Yang Jian gripped the bloodstained Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd as he slowly descended from the sky. His gaze swept over Monkey King, and he spoke calmly:
"You killed two High Gods and four Lesser Gods... Looks like this time, we're even."
Yang Jian and Monkey King had each fought alone in the Red Brick Maze. Though they had gone through several grueling battles and were covered in wounds,
Queen Mother of the West did not immediately answer Zuo Qing's question. She merely gazed silently at the scattered divine halls in the distance and the towering sacred mountain that pierced the clouds, seemingly deep in thought.
Boom—!!!
Just then, a blinding blaze erupted at the edge of the horizon. The thunderous explosion made the ground of Asgard tremble faintly,
Countless Norse Gods rushing toward the Rainbow Bridge suddenly changed course, racing toward where the flames had appeared, as if a terrifying surge of divine power had erupted from the deepest part of Asgard!
"What's going on?"
Master Chen stroked his beard and asked in surprise, "Is Asgard having internal strife at a time like this?"
"This doesn't look like internal strife..." Zuo Qing narrowed his eyes slightly. He could vaguely make out several figures fighting as they burst from the flames.
Suddenly, Zuo Qing froze and pulled the cracked Pixel Walkie-Talkie from his clothes.
Before everyone's eyes, the walkie-talkie transformed into pixels filling the sky. They scattered on their own, then assembled into individual parts before rapidly reconstructing in his hand. In just five or six seconds, it had returned to its original state.
"Jinian?" Zuo Qing's eyes lit up.
Static crackled...
After the noisy interference, a young woman's voice came from the other end of the walkie-talkie:
"Hello? Is anyone there? Hello? Hello?"
Jinian's familiar, energetic voice immediately drew everyone's attention.