"I'm eager to witness Commander Cao's Controlling the Wilderness Divine Art!"
The blood sea surged tumultuously, embodying countless debts of gratitude and vengeance; spiritual blood ebbed and flowed, filled with endless resentment from east to west of the Xihe River.
Wen Ren Yuanwu's fighting spirit surged because he had encountered the greatest enemy of his life.
Ever since Yun Xiu's message had been relayed back to Longyuan, he knew the Ancient Blood Tower couldn't escape this calamity, for he knew Cao Jinyu's character all too well.
Yet the unfixed Minor Spiritual Realm could become a sanctuary-like foundation precisely because, even in defeat, they had one last move: severing the connection with the Great Thousand World and drifting in the Endless Void.
Without a Boundary Master or Realm Lord, such an action was akin to leaving one's fate to the gods, for no one knew how long it would take to settle the new boundary, let alone where the Spirit Realm would reappear.
