Before Yang Li could turn around to face the newcomer who dared integrate with the workings of the Saena, the Desert Emperor, a middle-aged man with a powerfully built body appeared before her.
His hair and robes moved with the wind and his eyes were as calm as the sea and yet deep within, Yang Li could see an endless desert storm brewing.
This was a storm to render creation and overturn Yin and Yang.
This was a desert storm from the beginning of everything.
This was the storm one would imagine when they thought about the end of all things.
This was the Desert Emperor.
His words were simple but they contained a powerful warning that could not be overlooked even by Yang Li whose power had grown to levels that no human could ever conceive. The muscular man and the beautiful young lady stood before each other and looked into each other's souls.
