Pfft!

At the summit, Min Longyu suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His face turned deathly pale.

The days spent controlling the grand formation had already consumed much of his strength. Today, it had endured blow after blow, and when the Withered Flame True Fiend seeped into it, the backlash tore into his spirit through their shared connection. Now, he was gravely injured. He reached into his storage pouch with difficulty, pulled out several pills, and swallowed them hastily.

"I cannot fall!" he muttered. "This formation must hold for as long as possible. I must buy time for the President. If I fail, the fate that destroyed the Min family a century ago will repeat itself."

While he muttered to himself, a gentle breeze stirred at his side. In the next heartbeat, a familiar figure appeared before him.

"You've done enough. Save your strength now, and prepare for tomorrow's battle."

"Tomorrow?" Min Longyu muttered blankly. He froze in disbelief.

The figure gave a slight nod and placed a hand on Min Longyu's head. A...