"No..."
Ye Buqu's body toppled backward, plunging toward the bottom of the gorge. The instant he fell, his mind completely collapsed. Ye Buqu closed his eyes and sank into a deep coma.
Just as Ye Buqu's small body was about to hit the ground, Ye Lin suddenly appeared and caught him in his arms. Holding Ye Buqu, Ye Lin vanished into the air in a single step.
The battlefield had already fallen into a deadlock. Neither side could do anything to the other. The land within a million li had been shattered by the battle, while these mighty figures stood in midair.
Dozens of mighty figures' corpses still lay scattered across the ground. Battle intent filled the sky, and the air reeked heavily of gunpowder. Strands of rule-intent power drifted through the surroundings.
"Why not call it off here? If this continues, all of you will die. Ye Lin is absent—none of you are my match."
A man stepped out from among the transcendent faction. He was a young man, bare-chested, with runes flickering across his body. He looked exceptionally powerful.
"The Tyrant Sacred Body..."
Di Yuan's right hand trembled as he stared at the young man, his expression exceedingly grim. This young man had been his opponent earlier, and he had lost. Though only by half a move, a loss was still a loss.
This young man possessed the Tyrant Sacred Body, an overwhelmingly powerful physique. Every move he made carried a dense suppressive force. The Tyrant Sacred Body feared no powerful foe; whoever stood before it would be tyrannically suppressed.
Di Yuan had suffered terribly beneath this young man's Tyrant Sacred Body. Moreover, the young man was right—if they kept fighting, the Dawn Alliance would certainly be the one at a disadvantage.
The prodigies of this transcendent faction