Even as numerous mighty Quasi-Saints charged fiercely into the abyss, Bai Yujun stood at ease with her dragon spear in her right hand, her robes fluttering with calm composure.
The strange man whose legs were trapped in Black Filth was still pondering her earlier words.
Fellow countryman?
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
He guessed that the White Dragon had experienced many things in the chaos and encountered some Saint or Half-Saint who shared his origin. Most likely, it had been a Saint; a Half-Saint was simply unworthy of mention. Perhaps there was still room to turn this calamity around. He hoped the White Dragon would spare a thought for the Saint's dignity and turn her blade three inches aside. Who would choose death if they could live? Otherwise, he would never have transformed himself into this ghostly state.
Bai Yujun calmly glanced at the rapidly descending Quasi-Saints.
Groups of powerhouses from various factions appeared one after another. Experts comparable to Golden Immortals and Heavenly Immortals swarmed into the underworld, burrowing into Hell Abyss to support the great powers of their respective factions. There were so many of them that they could fully satisfy the needs of the great calamity.
How rare. At last, great powers were willing to set foot in Hell Abyss—and so many at once.
The bloody Calamity Qi grew denser and denser...
She ordered the heavenly army to hold position. She did not summon the dragon clan, Ancient Desolate Beasts, or the heavily sentenced convicts for support, and even had several friends stand aside and wait.
Once the strange man from another realm found a little confidence, he secretly regretted how sharp his words had been earlier and changed his tone.
"Dragon Lord, please quell your anger. There were some misunderstandings before. Cultivation is like walking