The Primordial Star, core area.
"It seems, it's almost over..." Fairy Qing Yao was very weak, but calm.
Because she had already put life and death out of her mind.
Being able to sustain The Primordial Star for such a long time, she was already very content.
After all, the opponent was the Sky race.
And the Sky race's treatment and importance toward her grew day by day.
From one Sky Star, to two, three, four, and then to the peak of ten!
At full explosion, it might only take a hundred years to completely obliterate her willpower and refine the fire seed.
But it was only an instant.
The ten strongest warriors of the Sky race disintegrated.
Because the war on The Primordial Star had erupted!
She was now too weak to control The Primordial Star anymore.
Her frail consciousness could only keep the fire seed from extinguishing, maintaining it as much as possible.
But she could pretty much guess who was attacking The Primordial Star.
The spiritual race.
