Precarious

War God Yun was sent flying, his body completely out of control.

"Die!"

The Insect Race expert charged before him and threw a punch straight at his head.

The Abyss expert activated his ultimate technique, ready to follow with the final blow.

My life ends here.

War God Yun's face was filled with despair. He no longer had the strength to resist and could only watch helplessly as death descended.

"This is bad! Hurry and support War God Yun!"

Seeing this, the Primordial Sect Master and the others were so enraged their eyes nearly split apart, desperate to rush to his aid.

They were already at a disadvantage. If War God Yun fell, the situation would only become even more dire.

"You want to support him? A fool's dream."

How could the Abyss and Insect Race experts allow them to help? Their attacks became even fiercer, leaving them no time to look elsewhere.

The enemy's fist drew closer and closer. War God Yun slowly closed his eyes and stopped resisting.

"No, no!"

"Ancestor!"

"Quick, save the Ancestor!"

"..."

The people of Spirit Valley let out heart-rending cries. Throwing caution to the wind, they charged toward War God Yun like moths rushing into flame, trying to save their ancestor.

Unfortunately, it was all in vain. Their resistance was pale and powerless.

Many people turned deathly pale and looked away, unwilling to witness this cruel, bloody scene.

Bang!

The Insect Race expert's fist came down, and a scream drowned out the clamor of the battlefield.

"Ah!"

Everyone looked over and saw an unexpected sight.

War God Yun had not died. Instead, the Insect Race expert was covered in blood, screaming as he flew backward.

"It's Senior Li! He saved the Ancestor!"

Before War God Yun stood Li Xuancang's towering figure, like an