In the Endless Marigold Sea.
A gentle breeze blew, scattering petals in the wind.
The First Generation was locked in place, unable to move.
He looked up to see the phantom of the Behemoth Asladuni floating out of nowhere above him.
Behind him was the last of the Second Generation Xie Rong's power, transformed into restraints, suppressing his entire body.
The piercing blow from the Alpha Pope had pushed his body to the brink of collapse…
"Heh… Hehehe…" Yong Ling had never imagined he would end up in such a predicament.
"What is your Flower Language?"
So many years of calculations, planning, to unexpectedly fall at the hands of the Third Generation right before his eyes was something he couldn't comprehend.
He could foresee the Behemoth Sect's sneak attack, the contingency plans of the Second Generation as well.
But Li Chengyi alone.
This third-generation Flower Emperor, not yet fully developed, had completely shattered his arrangements.
