The Immortal Emperor of the Desolate Wilderness Era was almost on par with those at the pinnacle of power; how could someone like Ling Tianyu possibly contend against such an existence?
Decidedly impossible.
His right fist trembled. If Haotian Saint Supreme and the others came to help, it would only mean death, nothing else.
The clash earlier had already left him heavily injured, without any chance of victory.
The transparent silhouette looked at Ling Tianyu. Resolving the matter by taking the Innate Emperor Body was the important task, wasting time on a nobody was purely an insult to him, an insult to him, the Immortal Emperor of the Desolate Wilderness Era.
Ling Tianyu protected Song Lan'er with his left hand, thinking of a way.
He absolutely could not perish here; having been reincarnated with difficulty, dying here would be too much of a loss.
He and his wife had finally reunited, and they had a precious son. Dying was not an option.
