"The wind sighs, the Yi River runs cold; once a hero departs, he shall never return!"
Xu Potian watched Xiao Chen's receding figure, his gaze grave.
"Brother Tian! What do you mean by that? Big Brother isn't coming back?" Thunderstorm stood on Xu Potian's shoulder, his expression changing slightly.
"Hard to say! But after knowing Chen-di for so long, this is the first time I've seen him this worried!" Xu Potian said.
"Then shouldn't we go support Lord Sword Demon? We're not afraid of death!" one of the underlings said.
"Chen-di plans to steal the fruit by relying on speed. If we go with him, we'll only expose him!" Xu Potian shook his head.
Support?
At present, the gap in strength between them and Xiao Chen was simply too great.
Going would only have the opposite effect.
"Then what do we do? Are we supposed to watch Lord Sword Demon be persecuted?"
"Since the Second President dared to go, he must believe there's a chance of survival. We shouldn't make trouble for him. While he's away, we must handle two things well. First, use the Divine Fire Stone to drive back the Sick Demons. Second, give it our all to help him find the descendants of the Dragon Slayer Sword's divine smith. Move quickly. I have a feeling a great calamity is about to rise!" Xu Potian said.
"A great calamity?"
The underlings were stunned.
Xu Potian fell silent.
Recently, they had repeatedly forced back the Pestilence Demon Clan.
Those ruthless figures lurking behind the scenes should be getting restless by now!
If those people appeared...
Could Xiao Chen's Exotic Flame withstand them?
And the Great Emperor of the Blue Moon Clan was about to arrive.
None of the backers behind Xiao Chen could make a move!
Who could contend