Xiao Chen felt extremely melancholy. The two little creatures had just been swept away, and he stood silently in the void, scanning in all directions. Having been with the two little creatures for so long, their sudden farewell left him feeling rather lost.
The black figure, its chilling scale armor, these were the only bits of information Xiao Chen held tightly in his heart. He silently vowed to train hard, and if one day he achieved something, he would definitely return here to look for the two little creatures. At the moment, he had no hope, because it was clear the madman in the black storm was more than he could handle.
Xiao Chen landed on the floating God Island, quietly looking at the distant mountains. Although he had little hope, he still wanted to wait here for a few days. If the old immortals who entered the Wilderness Range could confront the madman, even though the chances of victory were slim, there was still a slight possibility.
