As the two spoke, the void trembled. The army of the Thousand Autumn Realm had come charging in.
"Look, they're here again."
Ling Xiao grabbed the dazed Uncle Boya and rushed into the teleportation array.
"Fuck me, you're way too freakish. How the hell did you cultivate? You can even kill a Hall Master."
Having temporarily escaped danger within the Mythic Battlefield, Uncle Boya asked in confusion, his gaze traveling up and down Ling Xiao as though he wanted to see straight through him.
Even now, he was only at the fifth turn of the half-step Great Dao, manipulated like a pig by Crimson Sea Venerable.
He still remembered their first encounter. Back then, they could trade blows, and without exaggeration, they had even been evenly matched, going back and forth.
Yet how long had it been? Ling Xiao had soared straight into the heavens, and the gap between them was now like clouds and mud.
"I'm the chosen one. How can a little mouse like you compare?"
Ling Xiao said jokingly.
"Yeah, little old mouse me has it too hard." Uncle Boya spoke with a sigh, a flash of sorrow passing through his eyes.
If Ling Xiao had not rescued him in time, he would probably have been reduced to a skeleton.
"Damn it, little old mouse me wants to become the chosen one too, to strengthen the Treasure-Seeking Mouse clan."
Uncle Boya gritted his teeth and declared fiercely.
"Ling Xiao, since we've come to the Mythic Battlefield, let's take a risk and make a gamble in the Mythic Heavenly Abyss."
"No problem. I was thinking the same thing."
Ling Xiao nodded at once. He too wanted to see what kind of divine treasures could be born in a place even Realm Lords yearned for.
"Follow me!"
Uncle Boya