Right now, in the Tianyuan Mountains, the sounds of battle and explosions erupted everywhere while rolling waves of smoke filled the air.
High in the sky, the remaining seven Elders felt the power within them grow weak and on the verge of collapse under the attacks of Hun Wuji.
"Your Highness, we cannot go on like this. Sooner or later, Hun Wuji will wear us down to death," the Seven-Star Dou Xian atop the three dragon corpses continuously resisted the gloomy and ghostly power of Hun Wuji as they spoke.
"Shut up!" Hearing this, Lin Fengya felt a strange twist in his heart and his expression turned ferocious.
With a loud rumble, the moment Lin Fengya hesitated, the black coffin beneath his feet suddenly shattered.
How is this possible... At this moment, Lin Fengya's heartstrings were severely pierced.
His royal father was still his royal father, truly worthy of being a powerhouse bearing the title of Emperor. His own conspiracy had actually been seen through by him. It seemed all of this was within the Emperor's control.
"Lin Fengya, you have lost."
"A complete and utter defeat." Hun Wuji stood loftily atop the head of the dragon corpse, speaking in a tone that looked down upon the world.
"No!"
"I have not lost!"
"The one who lost is you!"
"Hun Wuji, since you covet the tens of thousands of millions of commoners and territories of my Tian Xing Continent, then even if I die, this Prince will never let you succeed."
With a glup, without any hesitation, he raised the half-matured Devil Fruit in his palm high into the air, resembling the last shred of faith of a fanatical and pious Believer.
"I didn't get a proper chance to experience it back at the Devil Lair, but I am somewhat