Xiao Yu stood to one side, his face grim. He loathed the supporting role he now found himself playing, yet he had no better strategy. The Fifth Divine General, Su Shuang, had a firm hold over him, and if Su Shuang withdrew from here, the Council's forces would simply need to choose a new location and time to battle the calamity once more. However, Xiao Yu wouldn't have that chance again.
Even though for eighteen years his word had been as solid as gold, even though he had conquered countless planets and received the worship of billions, on a stage of this magnitude, he still felt insignificant and ridiculous.
Whether it was Bai Zhongqi on the opposite side or Su Shuang and Suo Kexiao before him, they all filled him with dread.
Many, many years ago, he remembered lying naked on the cold ground in his family's secret chamber, as elders watched him being lashed fiercely on his back with a wet rattan.
