"Let's go." After a long while, Li Xiaoyu finally spoke, breaking the silence.
He turned and looked at his three grief-stricken companions.
"We don't have any time to waste."
At his words, everyone nodded heavily.
They hesitated no longer, controlling the sacred barrier formed by the three Heavenly Emperor relics as they headed toward the shattered continent engulfed by the Space-Time Storm.
Their figures were like a lone boat, struggling through the battlefield of the apocalypse.
All around them raged countless deadly energy storms.
Beneath them, the Allied Forces of countless races fought desperately against the Outer Realm Demons.
They watched with their own eyes as a qilin, ten thousand zhang tall and standing upon auspicious clouds, was surrounded by hundreds of ferocious metal beasts.
It fought with all its might, spewing flames of auspiciousness from its mouth, but in the end, two fists could not defeat four hands.
Its body was torn to pieces by those fearless metal beasts.
Qilin blood dyed the sky red, and its mournful cries echoed between heaven and earth.
They watched with their own eyes as a divine phoenix of the Ninth Heaven, its wings blotting out the stars, was swallowed by a chaotic entity formed from destructive energy.
At the final moment, it detonated its divine soul, hoping to perish alongside that terrifying existence, yet it ultimately failed to harm it in the slightest.
Its body, along with its flames of nirvana, became nourishment for that chaotic entity's evolution.
They watched with their own eyes as a city in the sky, inhabited by countless elves, was drowned beneath an overwhelming black tide.
At the final moment, they began singing an ancient battle hymn, hoping to protect their homeland with their lives, but in the end, they could not stop that darkness that destroyed