Ye Ling and the Heavenly Emperor had thick wariness in their eyes, but there was also an undeniable frenzy for battle that they could not conceal.
Outside the Qingtian Cave, eight powerful figures stood, six from the Divines Hall and two from the Xuantian Palace, terrifying powers at the Divine Infant Late Stage whose mere presence made others shiver.
"Heavenly Emperor, let's do something big this time. As soon as we leave the cave, we keep running. Let's see how many we can lure, the key is not to clash head-on with them."
Ye Ling slowly said, and the Heavenly Emperor nodded in agreement. For heaven's sake, they thought him a fool? Eight mighty beings, each with a presence as scorching as the noonday sun—who would dare confront them directly?
Both of them had terrifying auras swirling inside, slowly stirring, and even Xiao Bai was crouching, with a glint of fierceness in its eyes, grey and misty.
