Xuandu and Duobao Arrive

Inside Western Qi City.

Two figures broke through the clouds and landed steadily on the ground.

They were Xuandu and Duobao, who had rushed over in support.

Seeing that the two had finally arrived, Randeng, whose mind had remained tightly strung, let out a long sigh of relief. The gravity between his brows completely faded.

Fumo Lord was considerably stronger than he was. Having faced him alone for the past two days, Randeng had endured indescribable pressure.

Now that Xuandu and Duobao had arrived, he no longer had to bear that pressure alone.

Xuandu's gaze narrowed slightly as he was the first to ask, "Senior Randeng, you have already fought Fumo before. How did the battle go? Just how deep is this man's strength?"

Duobao beside him also glanced over, filled with caution.

The two had long heard of Fumo Lord's formidable reputation, but they had never met or fought him. Not knowing the true extent of his capabilities, they naturally did not dare underestimate him.

Hearing this, Randeng shook his head with a helpless bitter smile and spoke frankly. "Fumo's cultivation is profound, and his foundation far surpasses mine. These past two days, I was only able to protect Western Qi by relying entirely on the Heavens Celebration Cloud bestowed by the Heavenly Lord, barely holding him off with the invincibility of that supreme treasure. If you two had come any later, I truly would not have been able to hold on."

Xuandu and Duobao were both stunned upon hearing this, their faces filled with astonishment.

Cultivators of the Primordial Wilderness valued their reputation above all else. When experts of the same realm faced one another, few were willing to openly admit inferiority.

Randeng, an ancient Great Being, had actually admitted so bluntly that he was inferior to Fumo.