"As for the Human Race, rest assured. With me here, the Demon Clan won't dare act recklessly."
"You two have no deep-seated grudge against the Demon Clan to begin with. Just stop here."
The Two Sages of the West could not help smiling bitterly when they heard this. Of course they wanted to stop too. They did not want to help Di Jun deal with the Human Race either.
But how could they possibly have the right to refuse?
Their Dao Fruits were still in the hands of Ancestor Hongjun. Ancestor Hongjun held the knife, while they were the meat on the chopping board. They had no choice.
The two of them intended to hold Nuwa and Tongtian back, buying time for the Demon Clan to attack the Human Race. So make them stop? That was impossible!
"Di Jun is treacherous and crafty. We must eliminate the trouble once and for all. We can't afford to be softhearted!"
"You two really are stubborn. Nuwa has already put it that way, yet you still intend to fight?"
Tongtian was utterly puzzled by this. He had no idea what these two bald donkeys were scheming.
This is strange. What's wrong with these two bald donkeys? We've already said all that, yet they're still insisting on fighting us?
Something's wrong...
"Even if Di Jun really is treacherous and crafty..."
"Wait—where's Di Jun? Why can't I see Di Jun?!"
Chapter 421: Ancestor Dragon Ran Away Too?
Tongtian happened to hear the Two Sages of the West mention Di Jun, so he brought him up as well. Then he suddenly realized that Di Jun had disappeared.
He looked around, only to find the surroundings completely empty.
Where was there any sign of Di Jun?
Only a chilly wind swept past, occasionally lifting a few withered