Zhou Qing was stunned in place by the sudden change.
He never expected that before he even truly made a move, the opponent would suffer such a terrible backlash.
"Those who bring misfortune upon themselves cannot live!" A cold glint flashed in Zhou Qing's eyes, dispelling the last bit of hesitation in his heart.
If he did not seize the moment to end it now, it might lead to other changes, especially since Wu Zhenyue's people were almost catching up.
"Die!"
His golden wings suddenly fluttered, slicing through the void with brilliant light, charging toward Xuanyuan Yichen with fierce killing intent.
In just a moment, Xuanyuan Yichen, who originally appeared middle-aged, seemed to age a hundred years, his demeanor turning entirely senile.
His talent was not strong, relying on the massive resources of the royal family and guidance from predecessors to barely advance to Nascent Soul.
His repeated defeats against the Ghost Mastiff planted an obsession in his heart.
