He was actually quite innocent. The Weapon Clan was likewise the least noticeable among the ten strongest races, and their overall strength was not much greater than the Spirit Race's. They had only come this time to join in the fun.
Why did he step out to help Sikong Jing? Why not let Sikong Jing finish what he had to say?
Since you Ten Absolutes wanted to remake the Vast Cosmos Great World, you at least had to leave us utterly convinced, didn't you?
What followed was a series of unexpected chaotic battles.
"Seems so. It appears we've already joined the Anti-Seal Faction..." Looking at the Weapon Clan's leader, the Sea Clan's chief likewise gave a bitter smile.
As for what they should do now, he had no idea either.
This time, both the Weapon Clan and the Sea Clan had been too far from the Peerless Pill Pavilion. Their clan chiefs had not come in person, merely sending some experts to accompany their geniuses. Among them, the Sea Clan genius Hai Yuan had even fought his way to third place in the Five Absolutes' inheritance.
Now, they could probably only return and report to their clan chiefs, leaving the chiefs and clan elders to make the decision.
The crowd continued staring at one another, the corners of their mouths twitching wildly...
Just then... whoosh, whoosh!
Two figures suddenly appeared among the crowd. They were none other than Sikong Jing and Zhe Ying. Both were in a wretched state, especially Sikong Jing...
As the chief formation master, he had been badly injured when the formation was broken.
And now that he had withdrawn from his demonic state, his clothes were already torn to tatters.
The moment everyone saw him, their gazes froze. They had no idea what to say.
Sikong