The first black-and-gold figure to speak, namely Zhunti, said unwillingly,
"Senior Brother, are we really going to sit here and wait for death?"
The other black-and-gold figure beside him, Jieyin, let out a helpless sigh. "Junior Brother, endure a little longer. Look, haven't we improved tremendously by now?"
Zhunti turned his head and examined Jieyin and his own current appearance, his face full of bitter amusement.
"If this continues, I'm afraid we'll even lose our original hearts."
Jieyin fell silent. Their strength had indeed increased tremendously in their current state, and they even had hope of escaping the Heavenly Dao, but this truly went completely against their original hearts.
If they had not been forced into such a desperate situation, they absolutely would never have fused two diametrically opposed powers together, let alone cultivated Inner Demons for themselves.
He helplessly glanced at the sky. "Junior Brother, endure for now. Perhaps the situation in Chaos will change at some point."
"When that happens, the two of us can break free like dragons leaving the sea and find a way to resolve our current problems."
"That's the only thing we can do!" Zhunti gave one last look at Zhen Yuanzi, who had already reached Zhou Mountain. "Even if we wanted to act now, it's too late."
He could only close his eyes again and sink into cultivation.
Jieyin swept his gaze over the two figures atop Zhou Mountain and Spiritual Mountain. His eyes were filled with murderous intent, but he could only helplessly restrain it.
There were too many powerhouses in the Nether Blood Sea and the Primordial Chaos Ruins. They had almost been ostracized by everyone and could only endure once more.
They could only watch helplessly as Hong Yun and Zhen Yuanzi devoured the Western Teachings' Fortune, with even their