"Is this... Saintess Tianxuan?" Jiang Hanzhong's voice carried a trace of trembling. He had once personally witnessed the grace of this foremost Holy Daughter of the East Desolation, but the woman before him was no longer the flawless, pure maiden he remembered.
"How did she become like this?" Ji Yunfeng asked in a deep voice, his face full of disbelief.
"There's only one possibility. She has become a 'Desolate Slave,'" Xu Daoling said, his tone filled with helplessness and regret.
The three shared a glance, and a flicker of determination flashed in their eyes. They knew that in facing such an existence, a full-force battle was the only chance to grasp a fleeting hope.
"Boom—" The three elders struck simultaneously, displaying their Divine Skills. The phantoms of mountains, rivers, lakes, seas, flowers, birds, and mystical beasts manifested behind them, as though they sought to channel the world's powers into their combined attack.
