Now, if he wanted to escape, he could only save himself.
Realizing this, the Kunpeng Ancestor finally became anxious. Even with his utmost confidence in his own strength, under the onslaught of the Human Race's fate and several Innate Treasures, even a true Saint would suffer, let alone him, a half-step to Saint.
If he just allowed the Human Race's fate to continue battering him like this, he would really die! Could the fate of the central figures of Heaven and Earth be trifling?
"Damn it, I've meticulously plotted for so many years, all for the sake of dealing with the Witch Clan. I never imagined that today it would instead be unleashed upon the Human Race."
The Kunpeng Ancestor knew that if he didn't want to die, he had no choice but to reveal his carefully prepared trump card.
But he was unwilling, oh how unwilling! His trump card was meant to be used against the Witch Clan, but he hadn't even encountered a shadow of the Witch Clan before the Human Race forced his hand.
