Buzzz~
The Taihuang Sword, which MacArthur had painstakingly revived by pouring formation power into it, suddenly slipped from his palm and flew of its own accord into Gai Jiuyou's hand.
He could vaguely sense only the divine spirit's parting "Let go" echoing in his ears.
I was the one who poured formation power into you and revived you!
You absorbed the Guardian Military Formation's power like a bottomless pit. If not for the formation's special nature, it would have been drained dry long ago!
I gave so much to wake you to this extent, and you just leave whenever you want?
If he had felt like weeping without tears when he first sensed Ancient Emperor Qilin's arrival...
Then now, looking at Gai Jiuyou holding the Taihuang Sword and staring at him, along with Ancient Emperor Qilin beside him, who looked like an ordinary farmer, all that remained was boundless despair.
Why are you doing this to me?!
Couldn't you just slap me to death? Why give me hope?!
Yet even in his desperate predicament, MacArthur quickly spotted the key point.
This Ancient Emperor who had come over was actually that Saint from Shaking Light?
Indeed, it was said that the Shaking Light Saint was from the Primordial Race!
If that was the case, perhaps Xu Yue's connection could be used.
Having reached this point, MacArthur could only treat a dead horse as if it were alive. Back at Taixuan Sect, they had worked together quite pleasantly.
"W-wait a moment. I know your Shaking Light First Saint Son, Xu Yue. We've even had a meal together."
MacArthur hurriedly produced his last lifesaving straw.
The new Titan from the Far East surely wanted to win the Federation's support.
Even if he had met such powerful people in this Mission Space, he could