Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing crawled out of two humanoid craters.
What trace of divinity did they have now? They looked utterly miserable.
Dai Mubai spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, but the fear in his heart had not diminished in the slightest.
He desperately wanted to flee, yet he realized he no longer had the strength to do so.
"Zhuqing, how are you?"
He turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing.
Zhu Zhuqing wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth as well and forced out a smile.
"I'm fine. I'm not dead yet. But we've truly fallen this time. I'm afraid we won't be able to return to the God Realm."
"We still have a chance. We can't give up now. Tang San won't abandon us."
At the mention of Tang San, a flicker of anticipation appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's face.
"That's right. Third Brother won't ignore us. Xiao Qi is here too."
Just as the two of them still clung to hope, Xiao Chenlong and Qian Renxue descended before them.
"Still want Tang San to save you? Stop dreaming. Tang San won't care about you.
I told you long ago that you were merely tools in his hands. Once tools lose their value, they are naturally discarded."
"Stop spouting nonsense! Third Brother would never abandon us."
"Women are women—always refusing to face reality. I have no interest in wasting words on you. Xue'er, how do you think we should deal with them?"
Qian Renxue looked at the two of them, a cold smile curling across her lips.
"Ten Thousand Years Ago, they annihilated Spirit Hall in this space-time. Today, I'll use these two to make Spirit Hall famous."
Qian Renxue summoned the Angel Holy Sword once more.
Seeing this, Dai Mubai put on a fearless expression.