Li Muyang's appearance was only enough to hold Xuanyuan Xu temporarily at bay. Now that Li Wudi was heavily wounded, nobody could stop the rampaging autarch. All Tianming could do was watch the despairing folks in the swamp stare at the Cyclic Mirror that began to shine a bright white. Soon, their souls would be converted into nourishment, and all three million of them would die a horrible death. Li Wudi, being right above the mirror, would no doubt be the first one to die. The autarch was laughing maniacally as he held the kunpeng at bay.

"Save me! Save me!"

It was only just starting, but many of them were already suffering from a headache as they rolled around in the swamp. They let out harrowing shrieks as their faces turned pale.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaagggggghhhh!"

The shrieks continued to no end. All of Richwater City seemed to have turned into hell on earth. One might be convinced that the water in the swamp was actually boiling oil instead.

Right at the peak of despair, a white-haired youth smashed the heavenly pattern formation with his fists...