"Master Ye Zhu..."
The bloodwind howled.
The white-robed Martial Artist remained unmoved.
Zhou Ceng did not leave, but moved to block in front of the Red Leaf Throne, above the waves rising from the Bright King Sea Suppression Array, appeared a resolute and majestic Divine Embryo Dharma Aspect.
"I won't leave."
Zhou Ceng took a deep breath, spoke in a deep voice, his tone was unwaveringly steadfast.
He knew.
If he left now, Ye Zhu would undoubtedly die.
On the side of Great Chu, lacking a top Yin God to preside over the array, the outcome would soon be determined.
How long could the exhausted Ye Zhu sustain the great formation?
The Holy Hall seemed calm on the surface, but realistically, with Bai Ze Great Saint's tactics, winning the stele wouldn't be so easy.
Even if the stele was acquired, understanding, refining, ascension...
These are not things that can be accomplished easily!
The idea Ye Zhu presented was the last hope for a desperate struggle.
"You..."
