"Go," Ling Xiao commanded, "power of the Nine Tripod Illusionary Realm, protect the last dignity of the Sacred Dynasty!"
The twin swords were unleashed, and the remnants of the Nine Tripod Illusionary Realm's power were thrown out in an instant.
At the same time, Ling Xiao branded his soul imprint onto the surviving Holy Dynasty Martial Artists.
Whether they were enemies or friends in the past, now they were comrades-in-arms.
As long as they possessed his soul imprint, they would not be attacked by the power of the Nine Tripod Illusionary Realm; this was why he dared to unleash the attack recklessly.
Boom!
A great roar, surpassing that of thunder, exploded, fracturing the earth and stirring the winds and clouds in the sky while various illusions continuously emerged.
Screams ensued one after another.
The Sea Race, who had been in the midst of their advantage, now perished one by one in this frenzied attack.