On the ruins of what was once a white jade plaza, Zhou Yuan was kneeling on one knee. His expression was deathly pale, the Genesis Qi around his body extremely weak, while the Spirit between his brows was so dim that it seemed as if it was about to be extinguished.

He gently turned his gaze, eyes indifferent as he looked towards the headless body behind him.

Bzz!

All of a sudden, Wu Huang’s headless corpse began to tremble faintly. A split second later, a flash of light ...