To have entered this situation and received this outcome is something everyone should have anticipated.
But!
Anticipation is one thing; whether or not you can accept this result is another.
The Yu Ming Ancestor, who had already fled, turned around suddenly with a painful gleam in his eyes.
They were the backbone of the Dark Abyss Sect, the future of the Sect!
How could he watch them die before his eyes?
He pulled with both hands.
"Wind, come!"
A gust of windstorm came from the Azure Darkness.
A wisp of eerie wind ascended from the underground.
He opened his mouth and spat out a strand of blood wind.
The three winds of different attributes fused together in an instant, forming a peculiar blood-colored totem.
From afar, it seemed like a Demon Beast, yet also like a monstrous bird.
This monstrous bird swallowed the Yu Ming Ancestor whole, then charged towards the Qi Xia Emperor.
Faced with this presence, the Qi Xia Emperor raised an eyebrow.
