"This is what you asked for, Venerable Tianyuan!"
Taking a deep breath, the Yan Emperor's pale complexion gradually recovered some redness.
It's obvious that although he won the Primordial Spirit battle, it was not easy for him.
If it were possible, he would not want to face any Integration Great Venerable now.
But...
His gaze swept across the battlefield, like a scene from hell, with the intense breath of Qi Xia Emperor lingering in the void.
"Qi Xia, how could you be forced into such a plight like two thousand years ago?"
Murmuring to himself, a wisp of breeze surrounded him and then drifted away from the battlefield.
After everyone had left.
Slowly, human figures appeared amidst the ruins.
These were the Tianyuan Sect members who luckily survived this battle.
Every face bore an undisguisable look of horror.
When this horror saw the body of Venerable Tianyuan, it turned into endless grief.
