The Xuan Emperor, high and mighty in the sky, was about to deliver the final blow to Fang Lin when he heard a voice from below and immediately cast his gaze downwards.
Upon doing so, the Xuan Emperor's complexion drastically changed, a hint of fury surfacing in his eyes.
"My son!" the Xuan Emperor roared, sounding like a lion in outrage. He ignored Fang Lin and directly descended to the ground.
"Clear a path!" the Xuan Emperor bellowed, and the people quickly made way for him.
With heavy footsteps, the Xuan Emperor made his way to Zhou Yishui's side. Seeing Zhou Yishui's current state, a ferocious look took over his face.
"Father, save me!" Zhou Yishui pleaded despite being on the brink of death. His entire body was engulfed in a dark aura, his skin shriveling as if his flesh and blood were being drained away.
The Xuan Emperor took a deep breath, turning his gaze to Lu Feng.
"Lord Lu, is there a way to save him?" the Xuan Emperor asked solemnly.
