"I, give me another chance. Kneel or not?"
Yanping held on to the ground with a tight grip on the sky gun, and the bones in his body continued to make cracking sounds under the overwhelming pressure. His seven orifices began to bleed, and his lips were cracked in many places. His teeth, which had been stained red with blood, trembled crazily, and then he uttered one word with difficulty: "Don't kneel."
Emperor Ziwei snorted coldly. Yanping sensed the terrifying crisis of destruction coming from above his head. His heart was beating rapidly. Desperate for survival, he instantly used his right hand to explode the scabbard wrapped around the sky spear. He had not been possessed for a long time and was greedily penetrated by the power of resentment that crazily overflowed into his body... Yanping gradually became completely demonized and lost his mind. He ignored the danger that his body was about to burst. He raised the sky spear with all his strength and stabbed upward bit by bit.
The other people who were kneeling on the ground beside Yanping could not withstand the increasing pressure, and they were all pressed to the point where their faces were on the ground. However, they all stared at Yanping, but they could only burst into tears.
The cold voice sounded again: "Five thunder rectification, down!"
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.