War

As Ye Futian finished speaking, an even stronger pressure weighed down. A divine phantom appeared in the air above his head. The horrifying will pressed down on his body, giving him the feeling that the sky was weighing on him.

Ye Futian was extremely uncomfortable. His body was drenched with sweat. Pushing back against the pressurizing force with his strong intent, he continued to stare up at the sky and said, "It is the same even if you kill me. Before coming here, I didn't think that the Sovereign would harm a junior, but I still planned for the worst. If something really happened to me, Ziwei Imperial Palace and Yusheng will view the Dark Court as their nemesis."

At present, the six worlds were at a relatively equal state, but if the Ziwei Imperial Palace and Devil Imperial Palace fought against the Dark Court at the same time, then the tides would be turned instantly. It would be impossible for the Dark Sovereign to make darkness fall over the world.