The blood-red sword radiance tore through the domain. The four Spirit Transformation Mid-stage Attendants crashed to the ground like birds with broken wings, sending clouds of dust flying.
With the four slain, Ye Yu turned toward the other three trapped Attendants. Just as he was about to move, a sudden chill of dread rose in his heart.
That feeling of being watched returned.
Ye Yu's vision went dark. He felt as though a pair of enormous eyes in the sky before him were slowly about to open.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the Cauldron Spirit appeared on Ye Yu's shoulder with a grave expression. A ray of azure light emerged, enveloping his entire body.
Only then did that feeling of being watched completely vanish.
The world before Ye Yu returned to normal.
Yet that brief instant alone had soaked Ye Yu through with cold sweat, leaving him gasping for breath.
"What was that just now?" Ye Yu asked.
The Cauldron Spirit had no intention of explaining. After merely glancing at Ye Yu, it sank into his glabella.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Ye Yu felt that the Cauldron Spirit's body seemed to have shrunk considerably.
"I'll slaughter all of you!" Wan Bosong roared. Spiritual power erupted from his body, temporarily forcing Liu Qi back.
Losing six Spirit Transformation Stage experts in succession had nearly driven the ruler of the Myriad Dynasty mad. He immediately knelt toward the depths of the imperial palace.
"This unworthy descendant, Wan Bosong, begs Ancestor to emerge from seclusion! The dynasty has reached the autumn of its survival or destruction!"
As his words fell, a beam of spiritual light shot into the sky from the depths of the imperial palace. An old man in white robes appeared before everyone.
He was none other than a