"Brother!" Empress Yin's phoenix eyes lost their color, shocked beyond measure.
"The great tide is gone, sister." Uncle Wan's voice was hoarse, filled with utter despair.
"But—" Empress Yin's teeth chattered, her phoenix body trembling violently.
"Little Wan is quite clever." Wang Ye said with a smile, his eyes cold as he glanced at Empress Yin, "Did you think by running to the Endless Chaos, I would be helpless against you?"
"Ah?" Empress Yin stammered.
Wang Ye spoke indifferently, "I might as well tell you, besides being the new God King of the Dongyin Primitive Race, I've also succeeded my teacher's position as the God King of the Endless Chaos."
"As long as I wish, no matter where you run, the Dongyin Primitive Race will have no way out."
Thud!
Empress Yin could no longer bear it, falling to her knees, her hands trembling and supporting her on the ground, on the verge of collapse.
She was utterly finished.
The Dongyin Primitive Race was doomed.
