The Sword Saint and the Fist Saint had finally met. Even though the Fist Saint ranked lower than the Sword Saint in the past, he wasn't afraid at all. He still believed that he could still win.
Still, the Magic Saint and the Devouring Saint were still hiding within the monster's army. If they couldn't find them, they would be in trouble since they might take advantage of the confusion to launch an ambush.
The Heavenly Sovereign, who ended up walking with Theo, asked, "Are you not going to find them? You are supposed to be the one stopping them, right?"
Theo shook his head. "It's better this way. The fact that they are not using any tricks like attacking our rear is already good enough. This means that they won't be able to win without the army. We don't have to worry about them anymore."
The Heavenly Sovereign nodded. "Alright then. Let's go forward, shall we? Let's draw them out."
