Fight, fight, fight...
The Origin Universe army charged without cease, and people from both sides kept exploding into bloody pulp.
The Burial Emperor Tomb, which had originally turned azure-blue, began to be stained with blood amid all manner of radiant powers.
A new generation of Yin Spirit Evil Qi would begin brewing because of the war.
At that moment, Sikong Jing's Demonic-Form Spirit Shadow suddenly appeared within the New Purple Night Mystic Jade Space. He looked at Qin Luoluo and the other two, then at Seven Decree Emperor, whose bones were still hard to the extreme...
"You saw what just happened. Are you still unwilling to surrender?"
Hearing this, Seven Decree Emperor stared at Sikong Jing with an incomparably complicated gaze, his old teeth clenched tight.
Suddenly, he asked in a low voice...
"If the Burial Emperor Rules disregard everything and release those mysterious powerhouses to blast you to death, then what?"
"If you die, Vast Universe will be finished."
This was Seven Decree Emperor's concern. As long as Sikong Jing died, Vast Universe would be doomed.
"If that truly happens, then the Burial Emperor Rules will inevitably fall into even greater chaos, and the backlash damage will become even worse. Then it won't be able to cleanse the two great worlds, and more hope will arise..."
"With the Nine Heavens Sword Dao, my Mad Beast Inheritance, and even the inheritance of the Hell Array Ancient Ancestor..."
"There will be more than just a second Sikong Jing in this world."
If the rules fell into chaos, then the rules they had set would be riddled with holes. There might still be divine tribulations then, but after breaking through them, perhaps one would no longer be dragged into the hell array for suppression—or perhaps one could easily slash apart that suppression.