"Wanyan Seventeen, are you truly wishing to perish?"
The three Ancient Monarchs were extremely furious, urging the Jiuyan Emperor's Robe to bombard the opponent.
Wanyan Seventeen was under immense pressure, even as blood continuously flowed from the corners of his mouth, yet at this moment he was smiling, determined to stop them with all his might, even if it meant dying. He could not allow interference in the Emperor's son's grand plan.
Once the Emperor's son succeeds, the entire Primordial Emperor Clan is bound to rise to prosperity and glory once more.
"Everyone, take action! Under no circumstances can we let the Primordial Emperor's son succeed, otherwise everyone will perish here." From afar, the three Ancient Monarchs spoke, urging all the powerful figures to take action.
