If the red-haired man arrived, the situation would not only be disadvantageous to the green-robed man, but also to him.
His mission had been seen through by the green-robed man, and he was the opposite of these two people. Once these two people joined forces because of this, even if his treasure was powerful, it would be very difficult for him to deal with one person, let alone two at the same time. At that time, it would be the time of his death!
At the thought of this, the Buddhist cultivator retracted his gaze and looked up again.
Above his head, the wind and clouds moved, and the green shadow shuttled between the clouds and rain, letting out a burst of deafening roars. The green robe seemed to be accumulating power, waiting to be broken in one strike!
The Buddhist cultivator's expression was solemn. He stood up and finally decided to fight with all his might.
