Entangled Grudges

In the Directionless Land, within a valley.

Di Tian and Zhao Wuji both lay flat on the ground. Beside them, Lü Xianwan held her forehead and sighed, utterly speechless.

Well, this was great. Di Tian and Zhao Wuji had both suffered severe injuries and no longer had the strength to leave the Directionless Land.

Although Lü Xianwan was fairly strong, she had no ability to take the two of them out of the Directionless Land.

"What should we do now?" Lü Xianwan looked at them and asked.

"Make a cold salad of it!" Zhao Wuji curled his lip. His injuries had already been serious, and now they had worsened further. The only reason he was still alive was because his Desolate Ancient Sacred Body was powerful enough.

"It's all your fault, you idiot! I said we shouldn't go in, but you insisted. Now look at us—we're both flat on our backs, without even the ability to leave the Directionless Land. By the time we slowly recover, Chaos Holy Land and Gu Tian Yi will have finished their war." Di Tian pointed at Zhao Wuji and berated him angrily.

He was absolutely furious. This bastard really was lacking virtue in all five elements. And he had actually trusted him—he must have been blind as hell.

"You've got the nerve to blame me?"

Zhao Wuji flew into a rage at once. Glowering at Di Tian, he roared, "If it weren't for that scheming disciple of yours screwing me over in the Primordial Era, would I have ended up like this? Damn it, that bastard was already dead in the Primordial Era, yet he still didn't forget to screw me over. Did I have some grudge against him in my previous life?"

Di Tian immediately felt awkward. He also thought Xiao Yun had