"Defeated..."
Gu Chunxiao swayed, as though all the strength in his body had been drained away in an instant. He staggered back several steps, and the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.
The Chaos Clan had staked the fate of their entire clan upon the Seventeenth Ancestor.
Yet fate had ultimately never favored them.
"How... could it... be like this..."
Gu Chunxiao's voice trembled. Every word seemed to be squeezed laboriously through clenched teeth as despair, like an icy tide, slowly flooded his heart inch by inch.
The Seventeenth Ancestor's expression was dark. After a long silence, a sharp glint suddenly flashed through his eyes. "Gu Chunxiao, come into battle with me."
"Seventeenth Ancestor, your attempt to break through to the Eight-Marked Battle Body failed, and your Battle Body has suffered grave damage. If you fight again..."
Gu Chunxiao swallowed, his face heavy with concern.
He could clearly sense that the Seventeenth Ancestor's aura was as chaotic as a dying candle's flame. His injuries were extremely severe.
He likely could not even wield half of his peak strength now.
"Xing Wan Jue will likely be no match for Xing Tianren. Once he is defeated, our Chaos Clan... will truly be in grave danger."
The Seventeenth Ancestor's voice was low, yet filled with resolve. "If we act now, we may still have a chance."
At that moment, Lu Ren suddenly spoke from the side. "Seventeenth Ancestor, your Battle Body is damaged. Even if you join forces with the Sixteenth Ancestor, you may not defeat Xing Tianren. What is more... if news of your failed attempt to reach the Eight-Marked Battle Body spreads, the clan's morale will surely plummet."
"There is no other choice now."
The Seventeenth Ancestor slowly shook his head, a trace of bleakness in his tone.
Lu Ren's gaze