"Whoosh!"
The River of Fate winding around Li Yuqing abruptly vanished before everyone's eyes, as though it had never appeared at all.
The mysterious and unfathomable divine power of fate also turned into mottled specks of light, annihilated along with the river's disappearance.
Countless eyes in Purgatory watched Li Yuqing, their gazes brimming with malice. They all saw her as Yihao's puppet, treating her as the incarnation of the Fate God.
Yet Li Yuqing was already barely breathing, as if she had exhausted the life force and divine consciousness within her. She actually fell unconscious on the spot.
She seemed to be nothing more than a vessel Yihao used to cast divine arts. Once she had depleted the power within herself, she no longer held any value and could serve no other purpose.
Her tall, graceful body sank from the skies.
"Buzzz!"
The Heaven-Splitting Sword let out a mournful sword cry. As if knowing that its master was in poor condition, it circled her body with sword radiance.
"Whoosh!"
Dazzling sword light burst outward, sharp as icy blades, warning those hidden enemies who were eyeing her like tigers watching prey.
"You can't blame her."
Seeing that many were about to demand an explanation, Lin Baixiang raised a hand to stop them. "If this great calamity hadn't erupted, Yihao might truly have introduced her to the Temple of Fate, where she would become a deity who wielded the miraculous arts of fate."
"What a pity..."
The elder True God from the Sword Tower sighed deeply. "This battle involves far too much. Sovereigns and God Kings alike cannot remain uninvolved. People like her, like us, are merely ants within the surging torrent."
"We cannot affect the larger situation, and she cannot break free of Yihao. We should not place the blame upon