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"Once Chiyou awakens, we will stand no chance of opposing him," Yang Jian said gravely, enunciating each word.
That year's battle at the Heavenly Court was extremely tragic. As someone who had experienced it firsthand and survived, he was all too aware of the ancient war god's true combat strength. Beyond his deep-seated hatred, there was also fear.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. The Demon Clan has sent more than just Lord Jiuming; there are even more powerful beings involved. We are no match for them; we need to find a way to escape and then make further plans," Zhenyuanzi said.
His words had barely ceased when a rumbling sound came from the skydome above, as if there were still people clashing.
Just as they were puzzled, that voice cursing loudly rose again, "Jiuming, I've said it before, those small fry are yours, Zhenyuanzi is mine. If you can't recognize your place, I don't mind dealing with you first."
"Hmph."
