Only one color remained between heaven and earth.
Red.
It was the color of blood, soaking the void and staining every star crimson.
The Ying Ancestral Dragon, Ying Cang, knelt on the ground.
His body was broken beyond recognition, his armor long since shattered, its fragments stuck to a black-and-red mixture of blood and flesh.
His left hand was gone. His right arm still held half a broken spear, its tip buried in the skull of the otherworldly creature before him.
The creature's body was slowly dissolving, turning into black vapor that merged into the void.
But more of them kept pouring in without end.
They packed the skies, blotting out heaven and earth.
Like locusts, like swarming ants, like a nightmare that could never be killed off.
"Ying Cang!"
A figure landed beside him-the Yu Ancestral Dragon, Yu Jiutian. One of his dragon horns had snapped off. He was in slightly better shape than Ying Cang, but blood covered the corners of his mouth too.
He reached out to help Ying Cang up, but Ying Cang shook his head.
"Take them away."
Yu Jiutian's eyes reddened. "You..."
"Go!"
Ying Cang raised his head, the surging black tide reflected in his draconic eyes.
"I'll cover the retreat."
Yu Jiutian wanted to say more.
They had grown up together, cultivated together, fought together, and crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood together. He knew Ying Cang all too well.
The moment he saw those eyes, he knew nothing he said would matter.
He gave Ying Cang one last, lingering look, then gritted his teeth and turned away, becoming a streak of purple light that raced toward the last surviving position in the distance.
Ying Cang watched his silhouette disappear into the void and sighed.
Then, with his only