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After Chen Weizhe finished laying out his whole "when the sky falls, the tall ones hold it up" theory, he saw that Zuo Tinggang was still digesting it. "All right, Old Zuo. I've chatted with you long enough. Time for me to get moving."
Zuo Tinggang pulled back his thoughts, slightly stunned. "Where are you going?"
Chen Weizhe jerked his chin downward, his gaze flicking toward the depths of the Bao Family's core area. "They've been fighting for ages. Did you notice? That old brat Ming Xiangyun is still hiding and hasn't shown himself. That's not normal. Who the hell knows if he's even still here!"
He paused, his tone turning a little urgent. "And look down there. Zhai Henbai, that Old Turtle shell—those two old brothers from the Long Family and Yu Family were already having a hard time chewing through him, weren't they? Great. Now another Shadow Tree Titled Douluo with a domain has popped out!"
"Two-on-one just turned into two-on-two, and the situation got tense in an instant! I've got to go down and lend a hand, help hold the field. Even if I'm just stabilizing the line, it'll do!"
He glanced back at Zuo Tinggang and patted his own chest. "As for you, floating up here is pretty good. You're high enough to see far. Just showing yourself to those demons and monsters below carries enough weight! You can handle the job of covering the field on your own!"
The moment he finished speaking, Chen Weizhe's aura stirred faintly around him. His whole figure blurred, then dove toward the fierce battle ring below like an arrow loosed from the string, moving so fast that in the blink of an eye, he had merged into the