Yi Tianyun pushed his speed to the absolute limit. He had been able to see everything happening here from a distance, but he was still too slow. Even with Instant Teleportation, he was too slow. In the end, he could only watch helplessly as the Spirit Race Ancestor died, choosing to block the final palm strike to protect his people.
Had the Ancestor not burned his Essence Blood to block that strike, there would have been countless casualties, as most of them were still low-level cultivators. Even in its weakened state, they would have been unable to withstand that terrifying palm strike.
"Who?!" Xu Guolin whipped his head around. He felt a terrifying aura approaching from behind. As he turned, he saw four people riding an Ice Phoenix, flying toward them. A sense of foreboding instantly gripped him. The terrifying aura, in particular, filled him with a sudden feeling of powerlessness.
"The one who will kill you!"
