At this moment, Long Xiaoyao's heart was filled with bitterness.
After the battle half a year ago, Ye Xishui had taught him this ultimate technique passed down by the Holy Spirit Cult.
Yet he had originally sworn never to use this move for the rest of his life.
But now, he had no choice but to use it.
Otherwise...
Long Xiaoyao glanced at another battlefield in the distance.
Mu En and Ye Xishui were still fighting fiercely near the Death God Tower.
Golden light interwove with blood-red light, while dragon roars resonated with the shrieks of vengeful souls.
They appeared evenly matched on the surface, but Long Xiaoyao saw the truth clearly.
The number of resentful spirits stored within the Death God Tower was being depleted at an astonishing rate.
With the Death God Tower, Ye Xishui could contend with Mu En for a short time.
But once the resentful spirits ran out, her defeat would be inevitable.
Given how thoroughly Mu En suppressed her, once she was defeated, it would be difficult for Ye Xishui to escape with her life.
And what about his side?
Long Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze and looked at the snow-white figure before him.
Under normal circumstances, let alone breaking through Snow Empress's blockade to support Ye Xishui.
Even whether he could preserve his life in her hands was uncertain.
Even now, he could not understand how Mu En had persuaded the ruler of the Far North to help him.
But at this moment, that was no longer important.
"Xi Shui..."
Long Xiaoyao softly spoke that name, and the last trace of hesitation in his eyes completely vanished.
"Boom—!"
The power released by the complete detonation of two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings erupted at that instant.
Around Long Xiaoyao, darkness was no longer a current of