Daoist Shichen's face turned grim. As the former strongest person in the Primordial World, he knew how terrifying the highest-ranked Lords of Laws were.
At his peak, he would have had nothing to fear.
But he was only a mid-stage Primordial Emperor now, far below the Lord of Destiny.
"Li Xinghe, don't you have the Demon God Statue?"
"I didn't bring it." Li Xinghe looked sheepish.
"What about your allies? And the two Demon God Envoys?" Daoist Shichen was on the verge of breaking down.
"They aren't here either. There are a few people in the Demon God Tower, but they aren't strong enough," Li Xinghe said helplessly.
In truth, he wasn't entirely out of options. There was Bixie, the former Enforcement Elder, who could be counted as a Late-Stage Primordial Emperor.
But in actual combat, Li Xinghe was no weaker than him.
He could release Bixie to serve as a shield and buy himself time to escape.
But then the world would likely lose a mighty yao like Bixie forever.
Unless he had absolutely no choice, Li Xinghe would not sacrifice such a powerful fighter for nothing.
So he had fled straight to the River of Time. After all, he could connect to it from anywhere.
Daoist Shichen was here. With the two of them fighting together and the advantage of home ground, they might be able to hold out against the Lord of Destiny.
"Idiot! You have so many trump cards, yet you left them behind and ran off." Daoist Shichen looked beside himself.
"It's fine. I have you, don't I?"
"Come to think of it, you two are practically half my teachers."
"Back when I was a nobody, you two were the ones who got me sent to this godforsaken world. It would be an honor to