The Wrath of the Nine Stars "What kind of power is this...?!" The warriors of the Primordial Demon Clan were paralyzed with terror. An unimaginable force weighed down on them, rendering them immobile. They couldn't even lift their heads to look at Bing Yi. The oppressive might crushed their bodies, shackled their souls, and made their very bones creak as if they were about to shatter. They had witnessed Xiao Li's dominance before, but compared to this? Xiao Li’s power felt utterly insignificant—like a mere flicker of a candle in the face of an all-consuming storm. This was despair. Like a lone mortal staring into the endless cosmos—insignificant, powerless, and utterly doomed. BOOM! A surge of violet imperial flames erupted, forming a shield around the Primordial Demon warriors. The suffocating pressure lightened instantly, granting them enough strength to lift their heads. What they saw was breathtaking. Behind Bing Yi, a celestial map materialized—a vas...