Imminent War

Zhu Rong pondered for a moment before speaking as well. "We can't charge in blindly from here on out. We need to advance precisely, scientifically, efficiently, and strategically! Let those who are good at communication take the lead, using the power of wisdom to assist our advance!"

"Oh..." Gong Gong glanced at Zhu Rong and teased, "Not bad. I didn't expect you to be able to recite that."

"Like you needed to tell me?"

Di Jiang was infuriated by Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, those two idiots. Was this the time for them to fool around? Who knew how the Three Pure Ones were laughing at them now? Did the Ancestral Witches have any face left at all?

Without another word, he gathered his strength and gave each of them a slap.

"You two big idiots, get the hell out of here!"

After taking a solid slap from their eldest brother, Zhu Rong and Gong Gong behaved themselves.

Di Jiang cast the two idiots a disdainful glance.

Then he turned his gaze toward his little sister Houtu.

Just as he was about to say something—

Di Jiang's gaze suddenly turned cold, and the spatial laws around him surged violently.

"It seems Second Uncle has no intention of letting us sit back and watch!"

As his words fell, countless figures suddenly emerged from the rift that stretched across the sea of stars.

These figures were all too familiar to the saints of the Primordial Wilderness.

They were the Primordial Origin Golden Immortals of the Primordial Universe, who had slaughtered one another with them for countless years!

With the appearance of the Primordial Universe cultivators—

Yang Mei and the others appeared once more.

Luohu held the God-Slaying Spear and stood atop the World-Destroying Black Lotus. His long, arrogant eyes swept over those