The saint's killing intent locked onto him, and Ye Qiu couldn't tell if his heart was filled with sorrow or joy.
Instead, there was an unprecedented tranquility.
"All the preparations have failed..." Ye Qiu murmured in his heart. Facing a saint, his means were simply insufficient to confront the opponent. Whether it was the path of formation or martial arts, neither could pose a huge threat to the Thousand Illusion Sage.
Ye Qiu felt an emptiness that made his mind wander for a moment.
Until the cold killing intent of the Thousand Illusion Sage abruptly awakened him, Ye Qiu suddenly realized that his current situation had reached the most critical moment.
"I can't die like this!"
"I haven't avenged them yet!"
A voice in Ye Qiu's heart told him that he was not allowed to die now. He must live on to kill the saint who destroyed the ancient land. Without avenging his deep-seated hatred, how could he face those women?
