Li Ping'an wins, they can maintain their current state;
If Li Ping'an loses, the rampaging Ancestor Minghe will devour everything in this place;
Yuan Tu and Abi are only six inches away from Li Ping'an's fingertips!
Li Ping'an's muscles spasmed all over, his face almost flattened under pressure, and drops of blood seeped out of his skin. The Treasure Wheel behind him emitted dazzling light.
Savage, terrifying, sacred—all these were fused onto him at this moment.
Dozens of celestial slaves flew backward in all directions;
Ancestor Minghe took a solid step forward, closing the final gap, reaching out with both hands to grab two red lines—two Treasure Swords!
Li Ping'an let out a roar, a sound born from the Dao Body that had long reached its limit releasing its agony!
The Sword of Fate was right in front of him;
Lives trembled, the Sea of Blood raged unchecked, the Human Race had written far too many dirges, and he was the Human Emperor destined to change it all.
