Outside the Jiu Li Imperial City, hundreds of thousands of miles away, the Dragon Protecting Mountains are now experiencing a sky that has shattered and earth that trembles.
Zhao Muye was drenched in blood, and each battle-mark on his bronze-colored skin was like a burning flame, hot and wild.
He stood atop a collapsed mountain peak, with rubble tumbling beneath his feet and magma gushing forth, painting the sky red for hundreds of miles around.
"Run, why aren't you running?"
Four figures descended from the sky, led by a purple-robed elder wielding a bronze war spear, sneering coldly at Zhao Muye.
The three figures behind him occupied positions of the Three Talents in the sky, their energy locking down the entire mountain range, blocking all of Zhao Muye's escape routes.
"Run?" Zhao Muye grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, "I was just picking a burial ground for you!"
