Watching the scene before him, Huo Yuhao looked toward Qiu'er beside him and said, "Qiu'er, you felt it too, didn't you?"
Hearing Huo Yuhao say this, Qiu'er, who had been looking around somewhat dazedly, nodded. Then she realized something.
She said somewhat anxiously, "We can retreat to the Undead Demiplane for now. We've never encountered this situation before, so we should..."
At this moment, Huo Yuhao cut off what Qiu'er was about to say. She understood what Qiu'er wanted to say and knew what Qiu'er was worried about.
Possessing the power of fate, Huo Yuhao looked at Wu Jie before him and could already clearly sense that this world was being burned, hurtling toward destruction at an ever-increasing speed.
But Huo Yuhao had no intention of simply walking away. Leaving was certainly impossible. After all, at their current evacuation speed, if Wu Jie really did something like self-destruct, how many of these people could get away?
Moreover, Huo Yuhao believed he bore responsibility for the situation before him. After all, he had failed to discover that his opponent would go this far.
Then Huo Yuhao said to Qiu'er, "Don't worry. I'm confident. Things haven't reached their worst yet." As he spoke, Huo Yuhao waved the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in his hand.
Seeing this, Qiu'er, who had just watched Huo Yuhao drive the Rakshasa Demon Scythe into Wu Jie's body, realized something. After all, Wu Jie's aura had clearly been weakening just now.
Looking at Huo Yuhao's face, Qiu'er nodded and did not try to dissuade her again.
Next, Huo Yuhao activated all three martial souls at once. Fifteen orange-gold, one platinum, one green-gold, one cherry-pink, one gray, one ice-blue, one emerald-green, one brilliant gold, one purple-gold, and one rose-gold-twenty-four Soul Rings appeared behind Huo Yuhao.
Then three Martial Soul Fusion