Just then, two bolts of lightning descended from the sky, blasting the two of them into pulp.
Di yihong waved his hand and resurrected them.
"Let's go. We're heading back."
The moment Ning Rongrong and the others saw Di yihong return, they immediately rushed forward.
Everyone had heard the explosion just now. Seeing the direction it had come from, Ning Rongrong and the others guessed that Di yihong's group had caused it, leaving everyone worried for quite a while.
"Sect Master, that sound was so loud. Did some powerful opponent appear?"
"Yeah, a level ninety-eight Title Douluo. I didn't expect that Evil Spirit Master to be so generous with his attacks. I just don't know whether he's dead."
A level ninety-eight Title Douluo?
Everyone on the battlefield sucked in a breath upon hearing that.
The people from Po Feng Sect stared at Di yihong with terrified expressions.
If he could defeat a level ninety-eight Title Douluo and leave him neither dead nor alive, then what level was Di yihong? Level ninety-nine? Or perhaps the legendary max level?
"Enough. Let's rest for now. We'll go find Lou Gao again early tomorrow morning. I refuse to believe I can't take him away."
"Alright!"
Po Feng Sect had actually already achieved its objective in coming to Gengxin City. Yet for some unknown reason, they did not leave and instead kept following Di yihong.
Di yihong had no intention of driving them away. He wanted to recruit Po Feng Sect, but he had never found a suitable opportunity to bring it up.
Tang San and Tang Hao were going to stay by his side, and not a single Title Douluo remained to guard Hong Martial Sect. He could not stay in the sect at all times. A sect without a powerful expert guarding it