Being able to endure this long is quite remarkable already.
Li Yan's condition isn't any better.
As the host of the magic platform, he bore the most burden. At this moment, his eyes were blood-red, his internal organs felt like they were being roasted, his throat was cracked and bleeding, and he couldn't even speak.
As soon as he opened his mouth, a puff of green smoke spewed out.
Mingshanzi, although having the highest Dao, was also exhausted. Seeing Li Yan trying to get up, he sighed and advised, "Young Hero Li, you've done your best, no need to push it, be careful not to ruin your foundation."
"Don't worry, the demon Zhao Jie is dead, they won't succeed either..."
Just as he finished speaking, his eyes widened.
He saw the clouds and mist suddenly swirling above the Shu Prince Mansion, with fierce winds, flying sand, and rolling stones around.
