Just as Xia Ping was about to find a deserted island nearby and quietly wait out the three days, all of a sudden, he sensed violent battle fluctuations erupting several hundred light-years away. Space twisted, and it seemed that Saints were fighting on another deserted island in the distance.
"What's going on? There are actually people fighting in this place?"
Xia Ping's heart stirred. His World Tree clone immediately extended hundreds of millions of thick World Tree roots, covering an area seven hundred light-years across in an instant.
Very quickly, his divine sense silently enveloped that battlefield, allowing him to see what was happening there.
At the center of the battlefield stood four Immortal Saints. Three of them were Dragon Race Saints, each radiating terrifying dragon might that warped the void.
The remaining one was a Human Race Saint—a female Saint who had only just entered the Immortal Realm.
Xia Ping knew this Saint as well. She was none other than Ye Mengyao, with whom he had once shared a night of intimacy.
At this moment, Ye Mengyao was in grave danger. Blood spilled from the corner of her mouth, and her aura was steadily weakening. Clearly, she had been severely wounded during the pursuit.
Even though she possessed an immortal body, she was still no match for three Dragon Race Saints at the peak of the Immortal Realm. Before long, she would likely fall at the hands of these Dragon Race Saints.
"It's Ye Mengyao? Why is she here?"
Xia Ping's heart stirred. His figure flashed, and he immediately teleported over. Though he did not know what had happened to Ye Mengyao, he could not possibly stand by and watch her die here.
At this moment, atop a deserted island, three Dragon Race Saints at the peak of