"Spirit Sacrifice!"
Yang Yiming's expression darkened at Xiao Yun's words. He had thought he could defeat Xiao Yun without relying on his Spirit Sacrifice, which was why he had promised Di Tian before the battle that he would not use it.
If he used his Spirit Sacrifice now, would that not mean going back on his word?
To be honest, Yang Yiming had been invincible for an era. He could not bring himself to lose face like that.
But if he did not use his Spirit Sacrifice, then he would lose to Xiao Yun today.
Thus, Yang Yiming hesitated, the light in his eyes flickering endlessly.
"Yang Yiming, use your Spirit Sacrifice. Our Desolate Ancient Sacred Land cannot lose!" Suddenly, a familiar voice rang in Yang Yiming's ears.
Yang Yiming turned his head and frowned slightly. The one transmitting his voice was the Holy Lord of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land.
Moreover, the elders of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land on the high platform were all gazing at him expectantly, their eyes full of hope.
The Holy Lord of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Land also nodded at him.
Yang Yiming gritted his teeth and stared fixedly at Xiao Yun across from him, as if making a decision. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "I concede. You have won this battle... Pfft!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yiming spat out a mouthful of blood.
His invincible Dao heart had shattered.
Just like Liu Tiandu back then, it would be difficult for him to recover in a short time. He would need a long time to mend it.
Fortunately, he was not as badly off as Liu Tiandu. Liu Tiandu had nurtured his invincible Dao heart for nearly a thousand years, while Yang Yiming had only nurtured