"Over there, there!"
On Ice Wheel's deck, Mitsuko saw the heavily wounded Chen Zhen struggling to his feet, and tears welled up in her eyes.
"Mm. Junior Brother Chen Zhen is still alive—that's the best news possible. Now that Heaven's Gate's army has arrived, they probably won't have time to deal with him. As long as we win in the end, we can save Junior Brother Chen Zhen."
Huo Ting'en nodded solemnly as well.
Heaven's Gate was powerful—terrifyingly so. There were many experts whose depths he could not discern, as well as that army, which moved in perfect unison and was even more disciplined than Ghost Rakshasa's forces.
He believed their chances of winning were high!
The greatest concern was the Martial Immortal who could overpower even a Sword Immortal...
"Hmph, Zewu Shen."
Xu Fu, his face covered in dark ice, looked at the two sides on Lake Heart Island, where the fighting had already stopped, and snorted coldly to vent his anger.
If that idiot Zewu Shen had not suddenly been led by the Reincarnators into attacking Lake Heart Island, he would never have come out of seclusion. This was simply courting death!
As for victory or defeat?
Xu Fu had never even considered it.
Even with only this world's original power, he could easily crush that rabble of Coalition Forces.
Whether the Aquatic Tribe or Wushen Jue Palace, both would turn to ash beneath his iron hooves.
"Hmm?"
Di Shitian quickly sensed something. He raised a hand and made a grasping motion. The water's surface exploded, and a figure was seized and pulled up.
It was Po Jun, bedraggled from head to toe.
Po Jun had never expected another terrifying force comparable to Wushen Jue Palace to emerge behind them.
No, an even stronger force!
How was that