A group of Immortal Ones and Sovereigns fell into a tangle of indecision.
Worried sick, they actually stopped traveling and began a heated discussion.
The Wind-Drinking Overlord had no idea what his underlings were thinking. He was still single-mindedly awaiting their rescue, constantly sensing within a million-li radius, vainly hoping to detect the array diagram and use it to save himself.
One second...
Thirty seconds...
One minute...
"Why haven't my underlings come yet?"
The Wind-Drinking Overlord panicked.
He frantically called for his underlings, yet there was no response. It was as though they had vanished from the world.
He looked at Chu Qing in terror. "Did you intercept my reinforcements?"
Chu Qing shook his head. "I didn't intercept your reinforcements!"
"I suspect... you never had any reinforcements at all. Everything just now was your delusion!"
"After all, before death, people always see their life flash before their eyes."
"And you...!"
No...
The Wind-Drinking Overlord growled and roared, shaking his head fiercely. "You're wrong!"
"I wasn't delusional."
"I have reinforcements!"
"I..."
Chu Qing sighed.
He suddenly felt that whether it was the Wind-Drinking Overlord or the Mountain-Bearing Overlord, both were actually quite tragic.
These two powerful beings had both relied on a trump card, only to end up becoming bizarre artifacts or treasures.
They had struggled their entire lives, only to make wedding clothes for someone else in the end?
Even more terrifying was this:
Until their deaths, they did not even know for whom they had made those wedding clothes.
Watching the Wind-Drinking Overlord sink bit by bit into the bag and become part of it, Chu Qing suddenly felt as he had when he faced the Great Terror in his youth.
"What creature plotted against you? Do you know? Do you have any guesses?"
Chu Qing asked.
The Wind-Drinking