Altars plummeted from the sky.
They fell like stars from beyond the heavens, smashing down one after another. Even an Emperor Realm expert could not withstand such a terrifying impact.
Jiang Chen's body was on the verge of being pulverized.
He was drenched in blood...
And in the sky, more than seventy altars still loomed, poised to crash down in succession.
Desolation, coldness, and despair enveloped Jiang Chen.
'Am I going to die here? No... I haven't revived Qingyi yet, and I still haven't found my father... I can't die. I can't, I just can't...'
Jiang Chen roared in despair.
With every roar, he coughed up a mouthful of golden blood.
An intense reluctance to yield, a tenacious will to fight, an unyielding Battle Soul... At this moment...
It was as if Jiang Chen saw Xiaoo Qingyi appear before him.
