In the city of the immortals, looking at the empty black crack, the eight Devils all let out a sigh of relief.
The little Daoist priest didn't follow the passage.
The crisis was resolved.
However, it was only temporary.
They looked at each other, and the thousand-hand demon said with some doubt, " "The wood Man king has just enhanced our cultivation. I'm afraid he'll be furious if we run away from him."
There was a moment of silence.
"He has to come back if he wants to get angry at us," the bone Devil said calmly.
"Yup," Medicine master mo chimed in,"that little Daoist's attacks were too ruthless, waah."
Even though his life wasn't in danger, his hands still couldn't stop shaking when he said this.
It couldn't be helped. The shadow of his repeated deaths was too deep. Although the death at that time was fake, the feeling of facing death was real.
No one understood the little Daoist priest more than he did.
