The wings of the Golden Crow trembled as it turned its head anxiously to glance at its ancestor.
In Zuzi's palm, the Pangu Axe let out a gentle sigh, unconsciously tightening its grip on her fingers.
The usually talkative Fu Xiqin was speechless at the moment, though it was aware that its master, Emperor Fu Xi's soul was still in the world; it couldn't even step forward to recognize him, consumed with worry for Zuzi.
Emperor Fu Xi, willing to sacrifice life as if it were mere grass, not only disregarded others' lives but even his own to resurrect her.
Bao Gucheng, for her, said nothing and silently chose to embrace death willingly.
Even the seemingly youngest and frailest Gu Xiaoyan... now known as Golden Flame Battle Armor, upon learning everything, closed his eyes, regained composure, and responded to Nangong Mo's provocation: "If that's the case, I'm willing to activate the array with you."
Now everyone will die because of her...
