When they saw the sword and Hua Junxuan and Jun Tian appear, all the emperors instinctively breathed a sigh of relief, their eyes lighting up.
The strength of these three was no ordinary matter. They were definitely a tremendous boost.
"Where the hell have you been?" Hua Tianqi shouted irritably.
"Tiangang Continent is enormous. I was deep in another restricted zone, so it took time to get here," Hua Junxuan explained.
His situation, along with Jun Tian's and Zhou Qingran's, was much the same. After the battle began, they had pursued the enemy all the way, gradually ending up far away.
"What's going on?"
Hua Junxuan looked at the replica, his brow furrowing slightly. As far as he remembered, this person wasn't an Immortal Emperor. Where had he come from?
Jun Tian was also scrutinizing the replica.
In the end, the replica still didn't take Heavenfall's attack head-on. He dodged it, then punched Heavenfall flying back toward them, where it landed in the hands of Zhou Qingran, who had just stepped out of the space-time passage.
Zhou Qingran stood in midair, cool and aloof, her snowy robes peerless, her jade feet fair as if she were an immortal descended into the mortal world. She looked down at the replica. "You're not him. How dare you wear his face?"
Hua Tianqi briefly explained what had happened earlier.
Hearing this, even Hua Junxuan and Jun Tian, as powerful as they were, couldn't help being shocked. No wonder the replica had thrown everything into chaos—it possessed several tenths of Hua Yunfei's strength!
"Angel Sacred Light."
The golden wings behind Jun Tian unfurled, scattering sacred light across the sky and sending it toward everyone who had been gravely wounded.
Under the healing light, those with severe injuries felt the worst internal damage in their