"Don't worry, nothing will happen. Dragon King Meng even shattered the Lesser Heavenly Dao's will—he is a godlike figure rarely seen throughout the ages. I think he is merely digesting the gains from this ordeal and has simply not caught up with us yet."
Horse-Face Ghost actually found it rather unbelievable as well. He had no idea whether Meng Zhao truly had confidence or had merely lost control of his emotions for a moment, but he had actually dared absorb the power left after that Lesser Heavenly Dao's Eye shattered. Later, bloody light surged around him, spreading across eight hundred li, filling heaven and earth like a world drowned in a sea of blood. Horse-Face Ghost had been worried too.
But then again, with Meng Zhao's Unrivaled Divine Skill, that immense power—which might have been no different from deadly poison to them, impossible to digest—was merely a perfectly suitable cultivation resource to Meng Zhao.
"Dragon King Meng will be fine. Our most urgent task now is to quickly determine our situation and survey the surrounding environment.
"If something as terrifying as that thing inside the Poison Grotto appears here again while Dragon King Meng is absent, the two of us may truly meet our end here."
As Horse-Face Ghost observed their surroundings, he cautioned Yan Libing. Although Yan Libing's martial arts were beneath his notice, the man's insight and learning had left a deep impression on him during their earlier interactions. Thus, Horse-Face Ghost was willing to lend him a hand within his ability.
The premise was that Yan Libing had to demonstrate his worth. Horse-Face Ghost was not running a charity hall; he would not play the good man for nothing.
Hearing this, Yan Libing gathered his thoughts and turned his attention to the surrounding environment.
Though his earlier