"Ancestral King, save me!"
"No! I'm still young! I'm an Emperor's Son of the Di Race! How can I die here!"
"Fight them to the death... AARGH!"
The cries for help, the howls of indignation, the final roars of the dying—they were like daggers twisting in the hearts of the three Quasi-Emperors, driving them mad with a pain worse than death.
If this continued,
the Tuomu and Luo Fish Races would be completely wiped out, save for the three of them. They would suffer a generational gap in their mid-tier combat strength—an unbearable, catastrophic blow!
"KILL!!"
Fueled by boundless hatred,
another Tuomu Race Quasi-Emperor took action, attempting to break the stalemate and tear Wu Dao and his Primordial Demons to shreds.
However!
"This King isn't dead yet!!"
The Reincarnation Heavenly King's eyes were frigid. His entire body shriveled, yet he had once again revived a fraction of the Mighty Power of his Emperor's Weapon, the Netherworld Battle Armor!
BZZZT—BOOM!
In that instant,
