"What are you thanking me for?"
Elder Sword Senior gave an arrogant snort, his tone unbearably smug. "I've merely lived a little longer than you, that's all! The situation here may be special, and I can't step in to help you fight, but I can still offer you a few pointers."
After Elder Sword Senior finished speaking, Xuan Chen smiled silently, then hurriedly chimed in with agreement. "Elder Sword Senior's knowledge and insight truly are impressive."
"Bi Fan, you don't know this, but back when you were in the Stealth Formation, Elder Sword Senior used a few little tricks to buy you quite a bit of time to recover."
Then Xuan Chen slowly recounted what had happened while Bi Fan had been resting inside the Stealth Formation.
At that moment, Bi Fan was cautiously making his way through the Blood River, keeping a wary eye on his surroundings.
After his hot blood had settled, the eager look on Bi Fan's face gradually gave way to calm.
In truth, under normal circumstances, Bi Fan wasn't the sort to let a rush of blood to the head drive him into some irrational act.
For instance, when he'd learned about the Blood River Profound Sha Demonic Formation, he hadn't simply charged headlong into the Devil Race's ranks. Instead, he'd made arrangements through Chu Qingjue.
But now, Bi Fan could clearly sense that the Blood River's Killing Intent was gradually awakening, and he couldn't hold back.
After all, the rise and fall—the very survival—of the Human and Demon Races depended on this.
Bi Fan didn't want such a disgusting race as the Evil Race to claim every corner of this world.
As he listened to Xuan Chen's account, he slowly reached the deepest part of the Blood Sea.
The place was packed with countless