The legendary Desolate race figures never thought that a person could be so shameless. The Sovereign of the Eventide had failed to steal the Sacred Spirit's corpse and he had activated the Divine Bone Altar's arrays as a result. Yet, he stood there, all high and mighty, like he was on a moral high ground and he even reprimanded them.
It was like the Sovereign of the Eventide was doing this for all life under the skies, while the Desolate race appeared selfish.
The legendary Desolate race figures were tempted to attack him, but at that moment, a crisp voice resounded beneath the dark clouds.
"Yun'er will not die." Jiang Xiaorou, with her bone staff in hand, stood in front of the Desolate race Palace. As the cold wind blew, Jiang Xiaorou's red dress fluttered about. She stood in great contrast against the dark sky.
