The Emperor, seated on the throne, stood alone against the black torrent, focused and grave, difficult to distract.
"Good opportunity."
The illusory and twisted Helios noticed a flaw, sneered, and left.
The dark light burst toward the sky dome, attacking the opponent at the speed of light.
Buzz!!
However, just as he was about to succeed.
A golden vortex, hundreds of meters in size, appeared out of nowhere, forming behind the Emperor.
The endless black light, rushing forward, was absorbed into it. Helios, who thought this move would succeed, was also slightly changed in expression, looking down.
Chen Feng was standing at his previous position, eyes cold, fists clenched, with scorching lava flowing on both arms.
And beside him, the golden phantom form of Wang Yu had, at some unknown point, lifted his right arm, waving it in a spinning motion beside him.
"Almost let you escape."
As the words landed, it was as if the tone was smiling.
