"What can we do... After all our struggles to hold on until now... are we still doomed to a crushing defeat?"
Wu Xueqing's face was ashen, and he smacked the ground in rage, his fury having nowhere to vent.
"Young Emperor of the Ye Clan, do you have anything like that ultimate strike similar to Chonglong's?"
"No! The Light Witch God herself is present, treating those under Divine Enthronement as if they're nothing, completely without a chance of a lower force overcoming a higher one..."
"Only a battle power of equal level can qualify to block or interfere, but is that really possible? How can a dead divine compete with those still alive? Like the Ye Clan, my Blood Witch lineage will inevitably go from flourish to decline, unable to escape the fate of annihilation..."
Wu Xuepang's eyes revealed a despair that permeated his soul, as all hope was devoured.
