"WE'RE DOOMED!"
"THERE'S NO ESCAPING IT!"
"THIS IS THE END, WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!!"
Every cultivator has already accepted their fate.
As for Míng Huīrán who fought valiantly, she was in the arms Matriarch Fangblade. Looking at her skin, it was shriveled up—so badly burnt it was beyond recognition. Her hair has also lost its color due to complete drainage of her life force.
Yu Fa you bastard... can't you even do anything to stop this divine judgement!
Matriarch Venomheart gritted her teeth as she felt the heat of the space increasing the closer the godly hand got. "Dragon Spirit Confluence is likely the strongest thing we have in our sect's arsenal... what else can we do now!" frustration weighed heavily on her voice.
Fighting the urge to drown into sorrow, Bai Suzhen hovered there with a bold face. "It's not over yet..."
