"Yaaa—"
A strange, grating cry echoed from deep within the Imperial Palace on the mountain's peak.
It was the shriek of the twisted monster that Yu Zuo had become—a beast evolved from his suppressed Demon Race bloodline. It was attacking friend and foe alike, leaving the sky above the Imperial Palace in chaos. By the time Wang Ping arrived, more than half of the red-walled, golden-roofed Imperial Palace had collapsed. The ruins were littered with slashes from a Horse-Cutting Saber.
Jiangcun had returned to his human form. He and two other Third Realm Water Cultivators had erected an ice wall to protect the altar. The other Third Realm Cultivators were outside the ice wall, joining forces to besiege the twisted monster Yu Zuo had become.
