The Holy Spirit Cult Annihilated with a Single Slash, Zhong Liwu's Tang San-esque Conduct

At this point, Er Ming's smiling face suddenly turned solemn, his eyes flashing with resolve.

"Ten thousand years ago, we lost Sister Xiao Wu once. More than ten years ago, we lost Xiao Qi once again. Now that things have taken a turn, I refuse to stand by and watch Xiao Dong repeat the same tragedy, even if it costs me my life! We had no chance before, but now we do!"

"I know what you're thinking, but there's no need to be so pessimistic," Da Ming said calmly. "Even Tang San can't find Xiao Dong. Why are you worrying about it?"

Er Ming suddenly froze, and the air of someone about to march nobly to his death instantly vanished.

He scratched his forehead and slowly said after hesitating for a few seconds, "Seems like... I don't need to?"

"Exactly." Disdain filled Da Ming's eyes. "There'll be a way when we get there. We'll talk about it when the time comes. Even if you want to help, they might not want you."

"Big Brother!"

Er Ming immediately protested, springing up from the sofa.

"I'm a genuine god official, no matter what! If I'm really pushed too far, unless the Silver Dragon King herself shows up, even Di Tian can't do anything to me!"

"What if they have a Pseudo-Divine Artifact and can unleash its full power?" Da Ming poured another bucket of cold water over his brother. "You should know what that means."

"That can't be possible, can it?" Er Ming muttered. "There are only five Super Divine Artifacts in the entire God Realm, even the weakest, the God of Emotions, is a Demigod King. How could the Undead Empire have a Pseudo-Divine Artifact? What cultivation do they even have?"

"The remaining energy fluctuations don't lie." Da Ming shrugged. "Given