"AI!"
The old monster of the South Pole sighed again. He was extremely depressed.
He felt that he was really old and useless. Thousands of years of cultivation was not even as good as a 100-year-old kid!
"You don't have to be so worried. When the Daoist master comes out ..."
The old monster from the cursed sky consoled.
"Daoist master? Could he still count on it now? The Dao Masters of our three great orthodoxies are nowhere to be seen. What's the use even if one of them came? Didn't you see how the devil Dao ancient Emperor coughed up blood from the blast?"
The old monster of the South Pole smiled bitterly.
One Dao master was useless. Two Dao Masters were needed. By the time two Dao Masters appeared, it would be a long time.
The curmudgeon from the divine curse realm smiled and stopped talking.
