Jiang Ding watched the two Dao Integration Divine Lords, feeling somewhat regretful.
As expected, I do not have much talent in the Dao of Illusions.
If Immortal Butterfly Son were here, he could probably make these two die soundlessly with illusion arts alone, right?
In the end, I still have to draw my sword and go up...
He thought silently.
All around them, layer upon layer of Six Paths Worlds veiled the four directions, cutting off communication between inside and outside and blocking the sight of the many cultivators of the Blood Skeleton Clan, allowing them to continue guarding the Minor World as usual without causing any disturbance.
"Go!"
Blood Skeleton Divine Lord and Dark Soul Divine Lord shouted in low voices.
They unleashed all their mana, their bodies each merging into the Heavenly Dao Rule Law Nets of blood Dao rules and soul Dao rules, vanishing in an instant.
These two Dao Integration Divine Lords did not even bother testing him—they simply fled outright!
Very quickly, the place was left empty, with nothing in sight.
A gust of wind passed by. Only a Youth in Green Robes remained standing there in a daze, black dots appearing above his head while a crow flew past, cawing.
"Two seniors,"
"How could you do this?"
Jiang Ding paused, then said, "This is my first time facing Dao Integration Divine Lords head-on. I am merely a Void Refinement cultivator, yet you just ran away?"
"Is that reasonable?"
"Is that the awareness an immortal Dao powerhouse ought to have?"
"This is truly going too far in bullying others!"
Fuming, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, pressed a hand against his sword hilt, and rested with his eyes shut.
Several dozen breaths later.
At the edge of the sky, two more escape