He woke up!
Qing Lan's punch landed heavily on Yale's eye, sending him flying a few meters away as he tried to take away the Godhead.
Back then ….
There was only one thought in Yale's mind.
He woke up.
He calculated the time.
Although many unforeseen events had occurred, it hadn't been that long since Qinglan lost consciousness.
That kind of torture ….
Anyone else would've long since committed suicide.
But the fact that he'd persisted until he lost consciousness was already extraordinary.
In such a short period of time, he'd woken up.
What kind of willpower did he need to reach his current level?
Could it really be that he'd tempered his willpower to resist the darkness godhead's devouring?
"Dammit."
Yale clenched his fists, his heart filled with rage.
If it weren't for those guys, he would've obtained the darkness godhead long ago.
Why wait until Qinglan awoke?
He regretted letting the Five Elements Great Emperor and the others escape. They should've just died.
However, chasing after them was clearly out of the question.
Ye Zichen looked at Song An's seal. Based on the extent of the statue's damage, he'd be trapped inside for at least another fifteen minutes.
There was still time.
There was still time.
Ye Zichen rubbed his eyes. Although that punch was sudden, it wasn't actually all that powerful.
In truth, it hadn't affected Yale much at all.
Yale patted the dust off his clothes, but didn't advance. Instead, he stared intently at Qinglan, or rather, at the darkness godhead between his eyebrows.
"Qinglan, I don't want to kill you."
Yale took a deep breath, then looked at Qinglan with sincerity and internal struggle.
"You and I …. We're brothers! Back then, no one treated me like a human. It was just you and Qingli. This empress will always remember this kindness in her heart. Give me the godhead. I won't let you die. I'll find you another godhead and let you live! "
Beside the seal, Qing Lan didn't say anything. She just watched silently.
The seal around him had already disappeared, but he didn't think about running.
Perhaps he knew …..
There was no way he could escape Yale's grasp.
"Qinglan, I've already treated you well enough. Really, don't force me."
"Hah ….."
A cold smile flashed across the corners of Qing Lan's mouth. She suddenly twisted her neck.
His neck creaked with a sound that made one's teeth ache.
The disdain in his expression was displayed vividly on his face.
"Stop talking so much. Come and take it if you can."
As she spoke, Qing Lan actually made Huang Feihong's gesture and hooked her finger at Yale.
Yale's expression changed drastically the moment he finished speaking.
"Then don't blame me for being heartless."
Boom …
The Godhead above his head shone brightly.
With Yale as the center, a majestic aura was released from his body.
The raging wind turned into tornadoes.
It swept through the world.
"Your Godhead, I'm taking it for sure!"
"Come on."
Qing Lan gently hooked her hand, and the ground under Yale's feet exploded.
Broken rocks soared into the air, and a shadow appeared in front of Qinglan.
Yale formed his right hand into a claw and grabbed at Qing Lan's forehead.
It was obvious …
What he wanted was a Darkness Divine Spark.
He had always wanted to obtain that Godhood.
Bang …
Qing Lan waved her hand casually and pushed Yale's arm away. After that, Qing Lan's arm wrapped around Yale's hand like a snake ….
"Foshan Shadowless Kick …."
Dong, dong, dong, dong …
Qing Lan, who had bound Yale's arms, flew horizontally in midair. Her legs turned into afterimages as she kicked Yale's chest, sending him flying several hundred meters away.
Midway …
Yale couldn't stop spewing green blood, and some of it even landed on Qing Lan's robe.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Your blood seems to have mutated."
She turned around and punched Yale's face. Blood and teeth flew out of Yale's mouth.
"Qing Lan!"
"Come on."
It was still Huang Feihong's signature move. Qing Lan couldn't help but raise her eyebrows with a smile.
Yale, who had been kicked to the ground, slapped the ground hard. He flew up and charged at Qing Lan.
"Taiji Bagua Chain Palm!"
Dong, dong, dong, dong …
This time, Qing Lan actually used Taiji. She softly dispersed Yale's strength and slapped her palms at Yale's chest again.
Divine Emperor Yale.
No one knew what was going on.
Facing Qing Lan, he couldn't fight back at all. Blood spurted out of his mouth and he fell heavily on the ruins of the divine palace.
Countless clouds of dust flew into the air, burying him.
Before long ….
Rubble and debris flew everywhere.
Yale stood menacingly in the sky. This time, he didn't try to steal Qing Lan's godhead.
"You …. You're not Qing Lan …."
Yale was the Divine Emperor.
Qing Lan was at most a Main God.
The difference between the two of them was like a chasm between heaven and earth.
When he'd captured Qing Lan earlier, Yale hadn't even used half his strength.
Now ….
He'd been beaten to the point where he couldn't fight back at all.
Although he'd only used less than half his strength, this shouldn't have happened.
Besides ….
Qing Lan had been tortured for a long time.
After waking up, he should have been very weak. His combat strength should have been even weaker than before.
And his tone, his tone ….
The way he'd attacked ….
The technique he'd used!
More importantly ….
He'd almost forgotten that Qing Lan's first words contained a language he didn't understand.
Qing Lan laughed softly in the sky.
She didn't refute Yale's words.
"You …. You're Ye Zichen!" Yale pointed at Qing Lan and roared.
The sealed Ye Zichen was still there.
There was only one possibility for this to happen ….
The sealed Ye Zichen was fake, and everything he saw was an illusion.
He suddenly condensed an energy cannon in his hand.
It landed on the seal.
When the energy cannon came into contact with the sealed area, it landed on the ground without any hindrance and blasted a hundred-meter-deep crater into the ground.
The sealed ground ….
It turned into mist after the energy cannon exploded.
At the same time, Qing Lan's appearance gradually changed.
A young man.
A blue imperial robe.
He put his hands in his pockets and smiled.
"Lord Divine Emperor, you're truly slow. I thought this sort of camouflage was useless against someone of your level."
"Wait!"
"You should put it this way. Didn't you say that illusions are the lowest form of combat and have no effect on you? You're so perceptive, so why did you still fall for it?"
Huff …
Ye Zichen took a deep breath.
He was really fooled by the illusion technique!
"It really was you!"
Yale stared at Ye Zichen and completely ignored the mockery in his words.
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