Gu Huojin merely shook his head with a faint smile upon seeing this, then raised his hands to the heavens, and two waves of golden light surged out of the palms of his hands toward the sky.

With the injection of golden light, the beam of gray light released by the chaotic vortex became even more formidable, and the five-colored light barrier was completely overwhelmed as it began to steadily shrink.

Everyone was forced to huddle up closer and closer to one another, but that was only going to delay the inevitable.

Li Yuanjiu heaved a forlorn sigh. Ultimately, all of his efforts had proven to be for nought.

Right at this moment, the space behind Gu Huojin suddenly began to ripple, and a massive, silver rune emerged, immediately following which a gate of silver light abruptly appeared.

Gu Huojin's brows furrowed slightly upon sensing this, and he withdrew a hand before thrusting his palm behind himself, sending nine radiant, golden wyrms racing...