"Wait, you can do that? Can't I call for help?"
Primordial Lord of Heaven panicked!
He couldn't beat the Two Sages of the West on his own. There was no chance he could drive them away.
He immediately sensed that something was very wrong.
Could the North Sea Black Tortoise be setting me up? He never intended to return my Pangu Banner. He gave me an impossible task on purpose!
Just as Primordial Lord of Heaven was despairing, Beichen's voice rang out again. "Primordial Lord of Heaven, as long as you hold out for seven days and seven nights, you can call for help. Anyone you like."
"Oh, and during those seven days and nights, I'll arrange for some fighters from the Three Immortal Islands to help you hold out!"
Hearing this, Primordial Lord of Heaven let out a long sigh of relief.
He saw hope—so much hope!
The Pangu Banner he'd been yearning for day and night was once again beckoning to him, ready to return to his embrace!
Hold on. I just have to hold on! Persevere to the end, and victory will be mine!
Primordial Lord of Heaven entered his frenzied state for the third time!
The crazier he got, the longer he could hold out!
And the longer he held out, the longer he could last!
If he kept going without letting up, he should be able to hold out for seven days and seven nights!
A vast number of Yuqing Divine Talismans streamed from Yuanshi's hands, as countless as a sea of mist. They exploded repeatedly above the North Sea, their energy shaking the air and tearing through space.
The Two Sages of the West were shaken to their cores. A trace of wariness even stirred in their hearts, and they retreated again and again!