Huo Jiuming's voice cracked with fury as he raised his head towards the sky, his eyes blazing with an intense, golden light. "Elders!"
The air rippled and shimmered, the very fabric of reality seeming to bend and twist under the force of his desperate plea. A moment later, five figures materialized out of thin air, their presence radiating an overwhelming aura of power.
These were the elders of the Sacred Flame Palace, each a seasoned cultivator at the peak of the God Ascension Realm. Their faces were etched with grim determination, their eyes burning with righteous fury at the sight of their fallen comrades and their humiliated Sacred Son.
They surrounded Yun Lintian, their auras intertwining and creating a suffocating pressure that threatened to crush anyone caught within its grasp. The temperature in the avenue soared, the air thick with the oppressive heat of their combined power.
