Lu Wu merely turned around calmly and gave Wang Ye an indifferent smile.
There was freedom in that smile, along with a measure of composure.
Wang Ye hammered madly at the formation, but it did not budge in the slightest. At the same time, the Great Emperor of the North Pole caught up.
Looking at the formation, he frowned slightly, but soon shifted his gaze back to Wang Ye.
"Let's go. Change locations."
"There's no point staying here any longer."
"Do you think you can still help this fellow escape?"
A sneer hung at the corner of the Great Emperor of the North Pole's lips as he stood before Wang Ye and spoke faintly.
He turned a blind eye to the Five Buddhas' trap.
The heavier Lingshan's losses, the better it was for the Heavenly Court.
Wang Ye turned around and silently watched the Great Emperor of the North Pole. Killing intent gradually filled his eyes. "Great Emperor of the North Pole, I will kill you."
The Great Emperor of the North Pole suddenly laughed. "I look forward to it."
"Let's change battlefields."
"What do you say?"
As he spoke, the Great Emperor of the North Pole pointed toward the distant, uninhabited Wasteland before turning and leaving.
Ghost Messenger Blade in hand, Wang Ye followed expressionlessly behind the Great Emperor of the North Pole. Before leaving, he gave Lu Wu, who looked like a drunkard within the formation, one final glance.
A few minutes later, a thunderous boom suddenly rang out from the Wasteland a hundred miles away.
The astonishing energy even scattered the clouds in the sky, leaving behind a massive hollow.
For a moment, the skies were clear for thousands of miles.
Vaguely, one person could be seen wielding a blade and another a spear, clashing endlessly in