When the atmosphere congealed, Feng Ming suddenly laughed.
"If you refuse to return the divine armor, it means you still have ambitions for the position of Divine General. That puts my mind at ease.
Whenever you come, you will be a great help to the Darkwater Realm.
The Southern Nether Emperor will surely be gratified.
But I hope you will not keep the Southern Nether Emperor waiting too long."
Feng Ming shot Yuan Wu a look, signaling him to bring along the gravely wounded Chi Chen. "General Su is occupied with cultivation. It would be improper for us to continue disturbing him. We shall take our leave."
Before leaving, the two of them actually did not forget to solemnly bow once more to Su Hao. Only then did they transform into two streaks of escaping light and vanish beyond the skies of the Chiqing Realm in an instant.
"They're... just leaving?"
Su Hao stood before the hall with his hands behind his back, gazing at the empty heavens, somewhat surprised. He had thought they would inevitably have to fight, so he could show them a little color.
"They went to such lengths and put on that self-inflicted injury act, yet Chi Chen truly was gravely wounded.
They lost troops and generals for nothing, failed to retrieve the divine armor, and did not even use the Southern Nether Emperor to threaten me.
What are they after?"
Su Hao muttered to himself, still unable to fathom Feng Ming and the others' purpose.
He glanced at the crystal sphere in his hand, which contained countless Devil Race Primordial Spirits. There were one hundred thousand Devil Race Primordial Spirits inside. "Apart from this batch, by our agreement, he still owes me at least six hundred thousand Devil Race Primordial Spirits..."
"Could it be they