Wang Zhendong, sent flying backward, quickly escaped the entangling power of the hell-level Mo River and returned to the town. As he felt its reversed rules, an overwhelming sense of familiarity and comfort washed over him.
In those few brief moments, he had already struggled on the brink of death and nearly unleashed his ultimate move. Now, having narrowly survived disaster, his heart still pounded with lingering fear.
When he saw the boy's back swallowed by the pitch-black light, he came to his senses. His expression changed sharply, and he took a step forward.
But reason stopped him. Going up there in his current state would be no help at all; he would only get in the way.
As the pillar of the Wang Family, he had explored Mo Rivers for over a hundred years and had always been the family's shield. Yet today, a sixteen-year-old boy he had only just met had pulled him behind him and taken on every danger in his place.
Wang Zhendong stared blankly into the pitch-black light, an indescribable, deeply complicated feeling rising in his heart.
Wang Yongzhi and the others had seen it clearly too, and hurried to Wang Zhendong's side.
"Uncle Zhendong, are you all right?"
"I'm fine, but he..."
"Divine General Haotian should be all right, shouldn't he? I heard he easily killed Dragon Absolute God and Phoenix Soaring Sky, both in the Great Peace Dao Realm."
Wang Yongzhi hurried to reassure him, but despite his words, fear and worry showed on his face.
Uncle Zhendong was immensely powerful, yet he had nearly met with disaster. They had no idea whether the boy bearing the title of Divine General could withstand it.
Everyone gazed beyond the town, where the dark light covered everything so completely that neither Divine Sense nor the