Despite Yang Huanwen's current strength having plummeted by half, the aura he exuded was much more ferocious than before, his face contorted.
At this moment, he wished he could swallow Lin Qian whole, devouring his flesh and drinking his blood.
Although the minister was his subject, he had taught him from a young age, akin to a teacher and a father, their bond was profound.
He couldn't fathom that such a figure like a mentor or father would just die.
Sacrificing himself for the sake of his clan's grand cause.
From the twisted black aperture, one figure after another emerged, their auras heavy, enveloping them, extraordinary.
Their realms were all Soul Martial Artists in the Entering Dao Realm, the weakest among them was Fifth Level, and there were even two Seventh Level entities stepping forth.
These individuals were of different races, including those from the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan and the Eight-Eyed Divine Race, seemingly quite old judging by their ages.
