"Strange. Who exactly attacked in the depths of the desert? The Wind Dragon had only recently reached the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast level, but the strength of its dragon bloodline made it the equal of an ordinary Level 97 Peak Douluo. Whoever injured it this badly must be at least Level 98. But who could it be...?"
Murong Huai's thoughts raced. "Should I go see for myself in the depths of the desert?"
As soon as Murong Huai said this, Heaven's Condemnation's voice rang out in his mind. "Hey, big brother, I'd advise you to forget that idea. To put it bluntly, you're not even half as strong as this little loach. You'd just be going there to die, okay?"
"Uh, don't I have you?" Murong Huai said. As long as Heaven's Condemnation was around, a couple of casual attacks would be enough to kill not just a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, but even a Peak Douluo.
"Hey, don't count on me. I've only recovered one-millionth of my energy over the years, and that's barely restored a sliver of my power. I already made a move once before, and after spending a little more just now, I've got next to nothing left. At best, I'm on the level of your great-grandfather, and I can only make three more moves.
"And if the other side is too strong and we get bogged down in a fight, it might attract the attention of certain people. In my current state, I'm no match for them." Hearing Murong Huai's words, Heaven's Condemnation rejected him without hesitation.
Murong Huai nodded. If Heaven's Condemnation made a move, a few seconds wouldn't be a problem. But if the fight dragged on, the people in the Divine Realm might detect it. They might then strike without hesitation to erase Heaven's