The Demon Rises a Foot, the Dao Rises Ten

Osman looked at the five Ascension-level fighters across from him, then at the three people by his side.

Alemont was a brother who had been through life and death with him. Alfred was more of a partner, while Destiny had only joined them temporarily. Osman was not even sure of her true intentions.

His subordinates were not united, but looking at Luan Fei in Night's grasp, Osman's face twitched. He could not let this grudge go unavenged! With that in mind, he looked at Ji Wushuang. "Wan Guiyuan, you should know about the grudge between me and this brat. If you don't hand him over today, don't blame me for turning hostile!"

Ji Wushuang frowned slightly. She turned back to glance at Luo Jun, then smiled faintly. "Of course I know. But the problem is, he isn't in my hands right now." As soon as she said that, Gold Emperor frowned slightly and looked at Ji Wushuang, his fingers rubbing the handle of his cane as Vital Energy slowly circulated.

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" Osman pointed his longsword at Ji Wushuang. "This time, we came here to—" "To get revenge, right?" Ling Ao abruptly took over, looking at Luo Jun. "Mister Ye, I know you and the Polluters are irreconcilable enemies. As Ascension-level fighters from the Main World, we naturally support you unconditionally on that front. But don't forget that there are still thousands of innocent spectators in this [Heaven]!"

"Osman and the others should have come for the Polluter in your hands. They only want revenge and do not wish to clash with us. Given the situation, we should put the bigger picture first..."

Luo Jun looked at Luan Fei in his hand, then at Osman across from him, and chuckled. "I said it already. He's