Like a cheetah, at its last moments, relishing its prey.

Ye Fan gritted his teeth at this time and wanted to stand up.

However, he was too weak.

Several times, stood up, and staggered.

It looks like it's really going to end.

I really want to die here.

However, Ye Fan was filled with unwillingness.

He was not afraid of death, but he regretted that he ultimately failed to cut down the World Tree.

"I, Chu Tianfan, will never die with my eyes open..."

Ye Fan lay on the ground, sighing at the sky, two lines written with tears of despair, flowing down the corners of his eyes.

It’s over.

Really, it's over.

Ye Fan closed his eyes, desperately waiting for the World Tree to swallow him whole.

However, at such a desperate moment, suddenly far away in the sky, a beam of light fell from the sky and infused into Ye Fan's body.

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment, his eyes opened and he looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

In this beam of light is power!

Although very weak, indeed, it is strength.

But where does the power come from?

Why is it infused into one's own body.

Is it possible?

Thinking of this, Ye Fan turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of Taishan.

The top of Mount Tai.

Although Ye Fan left, the five-color altar and the sacrificial formation were still there.

The God of War and others had long since sat down, and their bodies were still in the pillar of light.

These were the more than 20,000 warriors who had sacrificed before. JrNovels.com