"Lu, don't be rash. Even if you make a desperate attack, sacrificing your soul, how does it matter? The opponent is a Golden Immortal - your assault will only be a scratch, not even a slight itch to them!"
The fifty-second generation Human Emperor Qing Luo restrained Lu Yu from his reckless acts.
"Then what should I do?! Just watch as The Ten Halls of Yama fight to death?!" Lu Yu yelled, fell to his knees, and helplessly pounded the ground. The composure he usually showed was gone entirely.
If the soul could bleed, he would have already shed blood and tears.
Qing Luo helped Lu Yu up, looking at the bloody battle in the Underworld's sky. At this moment, the power of the Transcendance Tribulation Stage seemed too insignificant.
The other Human Emperors gathered, each regretting not being able to engage in the battle directly.