Li Ya stood atop the tower with a long sword in hand, his face solemn.
The Divine Exotic Immortal Spirit perched on Li Ya's shoulder, brimming with vitality, ceaselessly waving its hands. Ever since Li Ya had learned the truth, it had stopped performing.
At first, Li Ya felt awkward, but now he was more concerned.
The great war had been raging, and Divine Exotic City could hardly make a move. The demons were too strong and even understood formations, completely blocking off Divine Exotic City, and more demons were joining the battlefield.
If this continued, Divine Exotic City was likely to be breached.
What worried Li Ya the most was attracting even more terrifying demons.
He began to think of retreating, afraid that the trouble would grow and force the Primordial Ancestor to intervene again.
Li Ya gritted his teeth, ready to call for a retreat, when suddenly the Divine Exotic Immortal Spirit on his shoulder let out a loud cry.
"I'm about to show my divine might!"