"My father!" Wang Yusheng's voice trembled. He had stepped into the Highest Mental World and discovered that mysterious figure in the distant battle.
"I know it's him. What's there to get excited about?" the Demon Court True Saint replied. He was stating the truth—there was truly nothing joyful about it, nor did he look forward to it in the slightest.
"Father-in-law, what are we waiting for? Let's kill our way over!" Wang Yusheng had already drawn his black Paper Cutting Knife.
"What's the rush? Are you volunteering to take the blame? I don't want to walk the same kind of life path several times." Mei Yukong shot him a glance, telling him to calm down.
This was the moment when his father held the advantage. He had already begun slaughtering Saints, and the curtain was about to fall. If they rushed over now, would they not be admitting they were accomplices?
Wang Yusheng was deeply shaken. After not seeing his father for several eras, he found him ever more unfathomable. Turning that black umbrella, he was actually striking against four Saints alone.
He nodded. "That's true. The Saints will probably arrive soon. Let's watch quietly for now. We shouldn't expose ourselves too early. At the critical moment, if necessary, we can strike with ruthless force."
Mei Yukong ignored him and silently searched for his Junior Sister. She was the old acquaintance he truly wished to meet. If nothing unexpected had happened, she should have been lying low behind the battlefield.
Gu Jin tore open reality and brought Wang Xuan into the Highest Mental World. "With such a drastic upheaval today, the primal blood war should end ahead of schedule."
After receiving Great King's message, Wang Xuan had immediately asked Gu Jin to move out and rushed here. Opening his Spiritual