Thrown... thrown away...
Seeing this scene, Mu Rong Ying's heart clenched.
The combat communicator had borne all his hopes. Likewise, it was his last hope of survival.
Even though a battle above the Throne level had erupted here, even manifesting the aura of a Domain, Sword Immortal Rao would soon notice something amiss...
Even though his Path-Cutting cultivation surpassed those two before him...
Mu Rong Ying was not so overconfident as to believe that, against the combined efforts of a stowaway who had grasped the profound meaning of space and Saint Slave Xu Xiaoshou, who had truly taken part in multiple terrorist attacks, he could successfully cling to life.
He was indeed one of the captains of the law enforcer squads.
But his shadow-type attribute determined that he was not the sort of combat-oriented Path-Cutting talent who could take on ten alone, like Shouye.
On the contrary, Mu Rong Ying had a clear understanding of himself.
He knew that he belonged to the control type, the support type—the kind of team fighter who needed teammates nearby in order to blend the strengths of many people and unleash even greater power.
Since the combat communicator had been lost and remained in this place, staying here meant nothing but a dead end...
Glancing from the corner of his eye at the sea of clouds between the eerie Solitary Sound Cliffs, Mu Rong Ying's thoughts raced like lightning and flint, and he made his final decision.
Yet at that moment, a sorrowful expression surfaced on his face as he murmured, "Wang Chao, I never imagined you would choose to betray me..."
It seemed that even now, Mu Rong Ying still did not believe that the Xu Xiaoshou before him was truly Xu Xiaoshou, instead thinking that something had gone wrong with Wang Chao's