When facing the Nirvana Saint of the Tribulation Clan, they had fallen into a disadvantage. Not only were they being beaten back, but they were even mocked by the Tribulation Clan as country bumpkins, left in an utterly miserable state.
Tong Tian Cult Master was holding off two enemies alone. He could manage for the time being, but if it dragged on, he would still fall into a disadvantage.
By the looks of it, Tong Tian Cult Master, Daoist Jieyin, Daoist Zhunti, and the Three Sovereigns had all fallen into disadvantage.
Only Nuwa, bolstered by her man's supreme treasure, held the upper hand, making her stand out all the more.
"Where is that guy? When we need him this time, why is he nowhere to be seen?"
Tong Tian Cult Master wondered to himself.
His two senior brothers had already been driven out of the Primordial World by him.
There was no point counting on those two.
As for Xiao Long, he had actually dropped the ball at such a critical moment.
It truly left Tong Tian Cult Master miserable beyond words.
If Xiao Long were here now, how could the enemy possibly be so arrogant?
He found it strange as well. During the Investiture of the Gods War, Xiao Long had been extremely active and seemed to be everywhere.
Yet at such a crucial juncture, no one knew where he had run off to.
Perhaps he had heard Tong Tian Cult Master's summons, or perhaps he had sensed that his wives were in danger.
At that moment, Xiao Long's voice finally came from the distant horizon.
"Who the hell dares to cause trouble on my Jie Sect's territory?"
Upon hearing Xiao Long's voice, Tong Tian Cult Master finally breathed a sigh of relief.
He no longer had to fight