"Stop talking, grab onto me quickly!"
Li Qingling urged anxiously.
She grabbed Li Xuanli's arm, pulled him close, and was about to rush toward that city.
But suddenly, a figure whistled by and smashed into the ground in front of them, searing a deep crater.
The three of them looked and recognized the figure as the Thousand-Mechanism Taoist.
At this moment, he was covered in blood, his appearance disheveled, a far cry from the immortal bearing and Daoist bones he had just recently possessed.
The three were shocked; the Thousand-Mechanism Taoist was of the Defying Fate Realm after all, yet he had been defeated in a blink of an eye?
Just then, two terrifying auras suddenly surged, startling the trio and eliciting cries of horror from the soldiers on the nearby city ramparts.
The three turned to look only to see that, apart from the figures of the three Demon Kings, two more figures had appeared out of nowhere.
"You sure took your time!"
