The youth's boundless bodily blood energy thundered into the sky, like a divine mountain awakening after countless ages of silence.
There was no surging divine power, no overwhelming Laws. Pure physical strength, domineering to the extreme, tore straight through the smoke and flames rolling across the sky.
That weighty, mighty, unstoppable presence instantly blanketed the surroundings, stirring the hearts of everyone on the battlefield.
At that moment, the forces desperately holding out on three fronts in the imperial city all felt their hearts sink.
Atop the palace gate tower.
Kelin Xiaoman's tattered phoenix robes fluttered wildly, her snow-white skin covered in fine bloody wounds.
Her Water Law had long since been exhausted. Cracks webbed the defensive barrier around her, its spiritual light dim and wavering. She was utterly spent, at the end of her strength.
Alone against two Saint Apex experts, every clash of Laws brought extreme depletion and grievous injury.
She hovered on the brink of death, gritting her teeth and holding on through the will of an empress alone.
After fighting this long, her sole thought, the sole comfort sustaining her refusal to fall, was Shi Hao, still far away on his journey home.
She knew better than anyone that this catastrophe was a truly inescapable God-level death trap.
Four God-level beings and Saint experts hemmed in all the Empire's elite forces, while a Highgod and a Midgod watched coldly from above, poised to strike.
The imperial city was doomed to fall today.
As empress of the Klan Empire, Kelin Xiaoman had long since prepared to die for her country.
The nation would fall, and she would die.
This was her fate. She had no complaints or regrets.
Her only fear was that the Empire's final spark would be extinguished.
She dared not imagine how heartbroken Shiheng would