Choice!
Did he have a choice left?
The Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe slumped, weakness encompassing him. He sat in the Void, his body enveloped by a morose aura, as if he had reached the end of his life in that very instant.
In the face of life and death, no one could maintain absolute calmness.
"I am willing to commit suicide to atone for my sins!" After a moment of silence, the Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe declared in anguish.
The fall of the three ancestors had completely dashed his last hopes. Between personal survival and the fate of his tribe, he could only choose the latter.
The Black Panther Tribe, having persevered since the Dark Age by surviving in the cracks, absolutely could not be destroyed at his hands.
"Not enough!" Zhao Yun shook his head, his aura fully unleashed. An unparalleled, terrifying force swept across the vast world, shaking the stars beyond the firmament.
