The dark sky was suddenly split by a brilliant red light. Faintly visible within the dazzling brightness was a towering illusion of a kylin, reaching a height of a thousand zhang and exuding an aura of extraordinary strength.
Standing straight and tall on the back of the illusory kylin was the Kylin Ancestor, dressed in a brand-new, magnificent robe, a crimson sword held in his right hand.
A vigorous fighting spirit and an indomitable will erupted from him.
Despite the passage of several eras, his aging body could not obscure the heroic aspiration in his heart to rival the heavens.
"After this battle, the Kylin Holy Land will be on the path to destruction!"
A touch of astonishment flashed across the eyes of the Venerable Star of Kaiyang. He hadn't expected that Ancestor Wanlin could still maintain such intense fighting spirit even when their sect was on the brink of ruin.
However, what good is mere fighting spirit?
