"He'll be alright, won't he?"
Atop the Jianghai City Wall.
Li Zixuan stood upon the wall, her gaze fixed on the battle within the sea of blood in the sky, her eyes tracking the two figures.
Golden and red streams of light crisscrossed.
Like two horned dragons locked in a deadly battle.
Each time they clashed, a spectacular, spherical cloud of mist would erupt... Visible shockwaves rippled outward, making it seem as if the entire world was trembling.
"Sigh... now, all he can rely on is himself."
Lin Mofeng sighed helplessly, placing a hand on Li Zixuan's shoulder to comfort her. "We've already given everything we have. If Qin Celestial Venerable loses, the entirety of Jianghai City will be put to the torch..."
Just as he finished speaking.
"Ancestors of the Human Race, I pray you bless Jianghai City with a great victory!"
Elder Li, who was standing nearby, suddenly spoke up, praying earnestly to the sages of generations past.
The moment the devout words left his lips.
