In the gloomy underground space, the Imperial Seal of Destruction hovered above Eastern Emperor Taiyi like a sun, radiating immense light.
Su Yie's eyes flickered, and he did not immediately let the Imperial Seal of Destruction fall.
Eastern Emperor Taiyi did not meet his death; he cautiously opened his eyes, and his expression lit up when he saw Su Yie's gaze.
He said in a deep voice, "What are you doing? Act quickly!"
He was already at the end of his tether, having come to the Imperial Sea Palace in search of a ray of hope. Now in such a sorry state, he thought death might be better.
At least dying here, unseen, he would not lose any more face.
Su Yie did not respond, still hesitating somewhat.
For some reason, seeing Eastern Emperor Taiyi like this, he found it hard to bring himself to strike.
Now they both faced the crisis of their impending doom; had they not each suffered such fates, they would have dominated the world.