Boom!
Boom!
Bursts of energy erupted one after another, dazzling and resplendent.
Outside the city, Jun Changxiao fought Eight Gate Supreme with his sword, refusing to yield an inch.
"So strong!"
Song Dehen, lying on the ground, slightly opened his eyes. Through his limited field of vision, he saw the battle and felt the shock in his heart grow ever stronger.
Playing dead.
It was simply too wise!
"Hm?"
Just then, Song Dehen noticed that the old man lying in the crater had vanished. He hurriedly released his Spiritual Sense and saw the fellow slowly crawling toward a safer area. Perhaps afraid of being noticed, the old man crawled for a while, then lay still for a while.
"Coward."
Song Dehen said disdainfully.
Boom!
Suddenly, an energy ball blasted into the ground at his feet. Startled, he sprang up, quickly leaped over the old man, and dashed to the safe area, where he picked up a brick and smashed himself in the forehead once more.
"Make room."
At that moment, the old man crawled over and said softly.
Song Dehen shifted his body, and the two lay neatly on the ground, playing dead.
Because the spot they had chosen was relatively safe, even though the battle outside shook heaven and earth, they would not be caught in it.
"Attack!"
"Attack!"
After failing to break through for so long, Eight Gate Supreme hurriedly issued an order to his clansmen in the distance.
In an instant, nearly a hundred martial artists charged forward.
"You think having more people makes you great?"
Jun Changxiao dodged all manner of Martial Techniques, held the Supreme Immortal Sword horizontally before him, pressed two fingers to its blade, and chanted, "Rise to heaven and overturn earth, drive thunder and race clouds, unfurl the banner and urgently summon,