Xia Qingchen and the others heard every word from nearby, and they all breathed a sigh of relief.
The Human Realm had endured one war and Demonic Calamity after another in recent years. Its population had plummeted; fewer than one in ten remained. This small world could no longer bear another disaster, natural or man-made.
Under these circumstances, no one else had any grand ambitions. They only wanted to recover as quickly as possible.
If the Zhou Kingdom went mad now, everyone would have a serious problem on their hands.
They had even sensed the immense danger it posed.
But things looked better now. As long as they could confirm Zhou Yan was safe for the time being, there was still a chance to set things right.
The most urgent task was to put an end to the Demonic Calamity...
Whatever Yue Yuna, Xia Qingchen, and the others did next, Zhou Yan was in dire straits.
The Bloodstone Grand Lord's power had blasted Zhou Yan into a spatial storm. His world spun, and against such overwhelming force, he could not steady himself.
For an instant, he felt like a tiny boat tossed about by raging seas, helpless as the currents battered him from every direction. At the last moment, Zhou Yan saw Yue Yuna rushing toward him. Warmth filled his heart, followed at once by alarm.
He had no time to think. Acting on instinct, he hurled the Crimson Sky Sword from his hand.
At the same time, Zhou Yan gave the Armor General an order.
Then a tremendous force struck him from behind, slamming into his back.
Zhou Yan spat out a mouthful of blood. His vision went black, and he lost consciousness.
The spatial storm was filled with chaotic, violent energies. Countless vortices and warped ripples churned