Li Yao did not expect Blackstar the Great's fatal moves to be so consecutive and brutal. It was like an incessant flood that did not give them any chance to catch their breath. During the first half of the day when he was unconscious, the situation in the outside world had been drastically changed.
The admiration for Wuying Qi rose up deep inside his heart again, which scourged his brain like lethal venom.
He saw Wuying Qi, who was ensconced on the high throne while pointing at the picture of the universe magnificently, and he almost couldn't stop himself from worshipping Wuying Qi.
"Damn it!"
Li Yao spat hard; his saliva piercing through Wuying Qi's illusion.
The illusions collapsed like a palace of glass, turning into thousands of dancing butterflies. Behind every butterfly was a series of patterns that looked like swirls. When two swirls were combined, they became Wuying Qi's eyes precisely.
