Facing Mist Wyrm King's sneak attack, Xiang Yuan turned and ran without a word.
Mist Wyrm King and Golden Crow King were brothers on the surface. Xiang Yuan could guess what he was plotting with his toes.
Borrowing a knife to kill, reaping the fisherman's profit.
As it happened, Xiang Yuan was thinking the same thing. Who wasn't a brother on the surface?
Xiang Yuan turned into a streak of red light and shot out of the plaza, putting distance between himself and the battlefield where Bull Devil King, White Emperor King, and Golden Crow King fought. He did not stop until he reached the outside of the demon palace hall.
With a casual flick, he tossed Roc Demon King's corpse into the Jade Wall Space.
"Kid, weren't you good at running? Why'd you stop?"
Mist Wyrm King spoke in a sinister voice. The misted air was filled with his figures, real and false impossible to distinguish, illusion and reality interwoven like some kind of cloning art.
I'm waiting for my teammates. What are you waiting for?
Xiang Yuan mocked inwardly. Seeing Mist Wyrm King speak in the tone of a cat toying with a mouse, he silently praised their flawless cooperation.
Keep going. Let's put on this show together.
There were too many demons on the other side. This was not the best time to open the door and call for reinforcements. He would wait a little longer, until the battle inside had a victor.
Whether Bull Devil King or White Emperor King won, or Golden Crow King had the last laugh, the outcome would most likely be a bitter victory. Once they were seriously wounded, Xiang Yuan could lead his teammates in to clean up the mess and become the greatest winner of this battle.
Mist Wyrm King