The Profound Old Ghost tilted his head back to gaze at the sky as a tyrannical aura surged toward the heavens. His noble, purple eyes stared fixedly at the horizon. A corner of his mouth curled up as he declared arrogantly, "Listen up, you ants! If my disciple falls today, you had better prepare yourselves! The day my memories fully recover will be the day you are all annihilated! This is not a joke! It is not!"
The moment he spoke, the sky, which had just been brilliantly sunny, suddenly rumbled and darkened. The heavens over the entire Extreme Martial Continent seemed to tremble violently, as if in fear. But the trembling stopped after only a moment because… having lost a massive amount of Soul Power, the Profound Old Ghost had already fallen into a deep sleep the instant he finished speaking.
Inside the Elixir Field World, Mu Chen took a deep breath, suppressing the sharp pain in his chest. He spoke with determination, "Ying'Er, no matter how hard this is, I will save you."
