"Too bad that near-god ran fast enough."
The Nether Dragon was still reluctant to let it go, wanting to cut down that near-god.
"You should be glad he ran." Jiang Changkong said helplessly, "If we draw out more near-gods, the trouble will be enormous."
If they drew out more near-gods, they would not even be able to run now.
That near-god Star Demon could not be blamed for being timid. Even Jiang Changkong himself could not withstand that lunar yin aura.
If the divine might sealed within the Lunar Blade could be fully unleashed, even a near-god might not dare take a single strike.
"Our own kingdom may be a lost cause. And who knows what is happening in the Immortal Wasteland? Not a single supreme battle body has emerged."
Jiang Changkong sighed softly. "With our strength, we still cannot hold back a group of near-gods."
"Then we can lead the Yellow Springs lineage and support a kingdom." The Nether Dragon pondered. "We stay behind the scenes?"
"Perhaps that is the only way."
Jiang Changkong sighed, helplessness flickering in his voice.
If he exposed himself directly, he might face a whole group of near-gods next.
He had wanted to pull off something flashy—turn around, purge the Star Demons of the Western Wasteland, and make a killing.
But after thinking it over, he gave up. That would be courting death. If they sent another near-god, he would be the one left behind.
Half a month later, Jiang Changkong vanished without a trace once more.
The starry sky was vast. Without clues, even near-gods had no idea in which corner he was hiding.
In the region where the secondary body was located, the near-god Star Demon returned, the Guanghan aura around him not yet dispersed.
Only after a group of near-gods acted