"Bastard—!!"
The roar of the True Dragon of Shenzhou rang out, but in her fury, Long Xiruo was temporarily unable to break free.
Although Wang's spatial folds could offset the destruction caused by the Spiritual Energy eruption, strictly speaking, Wang was only an underage Dragon God. He was facing the combined eruptive force of the twelve ancestral veins of the Divine Land, which could break through his spatial folds in minutes.
Guiding it away—that was what Long Xiruo urgently needed to do.
"Merit... What kind of merit is this?! If merit could be farmed like this, how many saints would there have been throughout history?! Are you kidding me?!"
"More importantly..." Luo Qiu shook his head slightly. "Miss Long, I suggest you don't stop just yet."
The violent spiritual energy seemed about to break through Wang's folded space. Moreover, the folded space couldn't absorb this burst of energy all at once... The violent spiritual energy was gradually beginning to spill out.
"Damn profiteer! You're just going to stand there and watch?!"
"Does Miss Long want me to help?"
"I'd rather die than beg you again!!"
Roar—!!
Ring after ring of golden light, like enormous hoops, appeared from thin air and tightly encircled the spiritual-energy breach beneath Mount Tai.
Their appearance seemed to open a passage, forcing the erupting spiritual energy to surge into Wang's folded space through that passage alone.
The True Dragon of Shenzhou's face flushed red. Gritting her teeth, she glared at Luo Qiu and snarled, "You bastard! If you won't help, then stop getting in my way! Looking at you makes me furious!!!"
"Looks like Miss Long can handle it herself." Luo Qiu nodded, retreating backward as his figure faded until it vanished completely.
"Hey... hey?!"
Long Xiruo froze, then launched into a tirade. "You really left?!