Whoosh!
Xing Mang carried Luo Feng as they flew toward the Main Battlefield beyond the Human Territory.
So fast!
Luo Feng was secretly astonished. He could sense countless layers of space-time overlapping around him, as though a map lay beneath his feet while they rapidly crossed behind him.
"Luo Feng, this battle will determine the final outcome between our Cultivator Faction and the Innate Primordial Life.
If we win, all Source Worlds will grow beneath our protection.
If we lose!
Then the Cultivator Faction will have no future. We will be suppressed by all the ancestors." Xing Mang looked at Luo Feng. "But you need not be overly nervous.
Qin Mu's future space-time has already collapsed into one. He will certainly become a Lord in the future, perhaps even surpass one.
What we need to do is not defeat the Innate Primordial Life, but buy time for Qin Mu."
Xing Mang knew Luo Feng's talent very well, and he also understood the boundless fighting spirit in Luo Feng's heart.
Luo Feng's talent was no inferior to his, and Luo Feng's path was even more suited for battle!
Still, he gave him a reminder.
With his strength, together with Jin, Minghuang, Moman, and the many Swarm Legions, they actually had some chance of victory if they truly went all out.
But they might also let the enemy seize a flaw and find an opportunity.
How could Xing Mang do such a thing?
They were the ones wearing shoes now. If losses could be reduced, then they had to avoid them as much as possible.
Time was on their side.
"Understood! I won't act rashly!"
Luo Feng grinned. He had fought through countless battles; how could he fail to understand that?
During the hundreds of millions of epochs he had spent in