The soul of a powerful figure at the Dao Sovereign level was right before his eyes, being continuously tormented by the Heavenly Emperor, emitting painful cries.
Ye Qiu felt a bit of a tingling sensation on his scalp. With his strength, even if he activated the blackening power, he wouldn't be a match for the Heavenly Emperor, right?
Ye Qiu turned his head around; the blood avatar of the Master of the Star River hadn't appeared yet, indicating they hadn't entered.
In this situation, he could only face the Heavenly Emperor on his own.
This was definitely not good news for Ye Qiu.
To engage in a direct confrontation with such power, with his Heavenly Realm strength, going head-to-head with a Dao Sovereign was unrealistic.
But to wait idly for death, Ye Qiu couldn't do that either—he was not someone to accept fate.
Threads upon threads of soul were being pulled away by the Heavenly Emperor, making the soul of the Heisha sect's figure weaker and weaker.
