"Hao Er, what, what are you saying?"
Li Xiaoran felt a jolt through his body when he heard Li Hao's murmur, immediately followed by the sight of the surrounding power converging, crazily pressing toward Li Hao's body.
That power coalesced into a storm, isolating him, and the mere gathering of force made it feel impossible for him to approach.
In the center of this vortex of power, Li Hao's body shone with a brilliant golden light, and his hair, previously restored to a lustrous black, once again turned silvery-white, strand by strand.
From black to snow-white, it seemed as if his life force was fading too.
Li Xiaoran was stunned, feeling as if the blood in his body had frozen. He guessed what Li Hao was about to do.
His mouth slightly agape, he wanted to call out to stop him, but he couldn't utter a single word when it came to his lips.
Was there any other hope?
No.
