The Final Edict

Lu Yuan left East Bridge, but the few Spirit Masters from the Papal Hall did not pursue him.

On the other side of the broken Stone Bridge, several hundred directly subordinate knights were blocked on the eastern bank by the rushing river. The gray-robed consecrated elder had also been severely wounded by the Return-to-Ruin backlash, making it impossible for him to force a river crossing with his men anytime soon. The few people from the Papal Hall had originally appeared from the woods behind Lu Yuan and were on the same side as the Imperial City. Thus, the broken bridge could stop Xue Ye's men, but not them.

The leading Spirit Master only glanced in the direction where Lu Yuan had disappeared before withdrawing his gaze. "Enter the palace."

Their mission tonight had never been to help Xue Ye hold on to that Imperial Edict. It was to make Qian Renxue stop the operation that had already departed from the original plan.

At the same time, Lu Yuan was speeding along the western side of the Imperial City.

That pale-red radiance remained ahead of him, moving at no slow pace. The person delivering the edict was clearly already familiar with the imperial family's secret passage. After leaving the palace, they had not delayed for even a moment before quickly mounting a prepared fast horse and racing along the official road toward the West Camp.

Lu Yuan had just fought an eight-ring consecrated elder in succession. The wound at the base of his thumb had yet to stop bleeding, and the Soul Power in his body was far from abundant. Although the distance between them was shrinking bit by bit, he had never truly managed to close in. The gray light in the Eye of Destiny also trembled continuously as the