"Ugh!"
Cursed Yin Ran Ming took several steps back behind the Galaxy Desk before halting, uttering another muffled groan.
The attacker, appearing to be the victor on the surface of this battle, was in fact already hollowed out inside.
He discovered that even calling upon the God-Slaying power now felt obstructed and sluggish.
The Dao Infant had been shaken to its core...
Realizing he had been wounded by the Heavenly Ancestor's Inheritor, Cursed Yin felt as if a fiery basin had been overturned in his heart, an ire that could not be suppressed.
Yet, he dared not let the other side discern the slightest hint of this, merely casting a heavy glance through the Eye of Heavenly Ancestor,
"Retreat?"
Nothing need be said.
Just one word, the irony pushed to the extreme.
The Spirit of Heavenly Ancestor seethed with rage, feeling that within the Ancestral God's circle, he had lost all credit and face.
He had hardly thought to reprimand his own descendant, when the latter chuckled,