Luo Feng and Hegus

Outside Yuan City.

Pu Di Si and Mo Zhao were locked in a fierce battle. Although Pu Di Si had gained the upper hand over Mo Zhao with the Primordial Chaos Spiritual Treasure, the Flowing Sand Lamp, he had no possibility of killing Mo Zhao.

Mo Zhao's defense was too strong. The Space Blade had offensive power, but its penetrating power was nowhere near as strong as that of sabers, swords, or spears.

"Pu Di Si, you idiot. We could clearly have both benefited, so why insist on fighting to the death like this?" Mo Zhao was somewhat enraged. Being suppressed and beaten like this would make anyone feel awful.

He could not kill his opponent, yet he was suffering too.

"Hmph, you talk too much nonsense. Unfortunately, you no longer have a chance. Today, you will die," Pu Di Si replied.

He immediately stopped speaking.

After another tens of thousands of exchanges, Mo Zhao was on the verge of going mad.

"Idiot."

"Fool."

Mo Zhao cursed furiously even as he fought.

"Almost time." Pu Di Si's eyes suddenly turned cold. "Mo Zhao, today, you are doomed to die."

Judging by the time, his master should have arrived by now.

Mo Zhao sneered. "You think you can kill me? Your strength has indeed improved. In my view, you must have some supreme treasure on you, right? Yet even now, you have not managed to injure me. What makes you think you can kill me?"

Mo Zhao was utterly disdainful.

However, at that moment, a massive rift suddenly tore open in the distant spacetime. Immediately afterward, a streak of golden light emerged from within and finally transformed into a figure clad in pale golden robes.

It was Luo Feng, who had rushed over.

Both Mo Zhao and Pu Di Si sensed