"Who the hell can explain to me what the fuck is going on here?" Yuan Gang propped himself up with a weak body and sat. Since he was already in this state, what was there to fear? The worst possible outcome could not possibly be worse than dying under the siege of those residual bones.
"Idiot, to think you're considered a powerhouse who has cultivated to the Golden Immortal realm. You've been here for so long and still haven't figured out the profundity of it all; you really are a big-headed, brainless mountain-sea ape." Black Dragon clicked his tongue audibly.
"Bullshit, you're the big-headed, brainless one. If I weren't injured right now, I'd smash your head in with a single staff." Yuan Gang was already in this state and had long since prepared himself for death; he didn't care about running his mouth a couple of times before dying.
"It looks like your condition isn't too bad yet." Lu Xiaotian's figure suddenly condensed in the void.
"It's you, Dong, Dongfang, the trai, traitor!" Yuan Gang was instantly struck dumb, his eyes wide and tongue-tied. No matter how well-traveled and knowledgeable he was, for a moment he couldn't sort out the threads before him. Yuan Gang's injuries were quite severe now, and he had indeed suffered a massive loss in his exchange with the old man in black robes, but that final fatal strike had been held back by the old man out of consideration for their tribe. At this moment, Yuan Gang only looked disheveled, but his injuries were not fatal.
"Do you have a passage to escape the Immortal-Demon Battlefield?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Why would I tell you?" Yuan Gang rolled his eyes.
"You aren't still harboring the pipe dream that Jing Yihun will take care of your tribe