The Foul-smelling Object flew toward Xi Zu. It had come from Xu Wuwei.
Woof.
With his tail between his legs, Sky Dog fled all over the battlefield. Xu Wuwei laughed as he chased after him, and they happened to reach Xi Zu.
"Dead dog, come on! Aren't you good at taking a beating? Come on, let's settle this with a battle of smells!" Xu Wuwei was ecstatic. Back on the Boundless Battlefield, Sky Dog had rammed him hard enough to break several of his bones, and no matter what he did, he couldn't hurt the dead dog.
At last, he had his chance. The moment the Foul-smelling Object appeared, Sky Dog had tucked his tail between his legs and run. It felt incredible.
Xi Zu frowned and slashed at Xu Wuwei.
With a clang, Turtle Shell fragments appeared in the distance. They had come from the Illusory Lord.
The Illusory Lord warned him, "Be careful. This is a battlefield."
Xu Wuwei shuddered, still shaken. He had nearly been killed by Xi Zu's sword.
Far away, in a corner of the Second Eryu, Di Qiong and Wu Tian faced each other. Their gazes were both terrifyingly somber as they stared at one another.
"Why won't you leave?" Di Qiong asked through gritted teeth. It was what he found hardest to understand. The spear in his hand gleamed coldly, and the Martial God Scripture's principles flowed around him.
Wu Tian likewise held a spear, identical to Di Qiong's. "What, does it hurt your pride that I won't leave the Third Eryu?"
Killing intent surged in Di Qiong's eyes. "You won't leave, and on top of that, you've recovered from the brink of death in an instant. Wu Tian, what exactly are you plotting?"
Wu Tian shook his head. "I just wanted somewhere