With Yunchuan Supreme's fall, Tianyu Supreme also breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he and Yunchuan Supreme were not Supremes of the same era, both had chosen to remain in the Lower Realm, sealing their own source essence to safeguard their respective sects and holy lands.
In a sense, they shared a measure of mutual appreciation.
But of all the things Yunchuan Supreme could have done, he should never have plotted against their Xuantian Holy Land.
Now, as he watched Yunchuan Supreme perish for good, Tianyu Supreme felt a strange sense of unreality.
Although his presence had been magnificent during the battle, his aura pressing close to the Emperor-to-be realm, he had already reached the end of his road. This fleshly body was a lamp whose oil had run dry.
His already scant life source essence had dwindled further after this battle.
Tianyu Supreme, whose imposing aura had soared into the heavens moments ago, now showed every sign of decline.
"We owe this victory to you, Grand Martial Ancestor. Otherwise, Yunchuan Supreme would surely have become a thorn in the heart of our Xuantian Holy Land!"
Tianyu Supreme drew a deep breath and thanked Qin Wuyou.
He and Yunchuan Supreme were both Supremes. In his current condition, killing Yunchuan Supreme through his own strength alone was virtually impossible.
Without the aid of Qin Wuyou's Three Talents Killing Formation, killing Yunchuan Supreme would undoubtedly have been a fool's dream.
After all, Supreme experts possessed numerous means of resurrection. They could regenerate from a drop of blood and were exceedingly difficult to kill.
Moreover, Yunchuan Supreme had comprehended the wind laws and possessed unrivaled speed. Even suppressing him would have been extremely difficult, let alone killing him.
Whatever else might be said of him, Yunchuan Supreme's survival techniques were at least first-rate.