Painter and Li Xiao slipped into a small grove.
In the shadowy grove, watching Painter flee in such a sorry state, Li Xiao's confidence, which had just suffered a blow, began swelling exponentially again!
"Painter, you can't escape!"
Suddenly, Painter stopped.
Li Xiao narrowed his eyes and halted. "What? Have you finally accepted your fate and decided to fight Li to the death?"
The white-clad figure slowly turned around and stared seriously at Li Xiao without a word.
On the dark wilderness, all was silent as two figures, one in black and one in white, faced each other.
The cold night wind swept in from the horizon, pouring into the invisible battlefield of their confrontation.
Their hair flew wildly in the wind, their black robes and white garments snapping loudly!
"You..."
Li Xiao had barely opened his mouth when Painter's expression collapsed. "Finally, I have a chance to tell the truth!
Li Xiao, listen to me. I'm not your enemy. Before long, we should even be allies. We're on the same side!
I led you here because something concerning everyone's life and death is about to happen in North Mang, so I must meet the Black King!
This can only be said to the Black King in person, or it will draw the attention of that existence behind the scenes!"
Li Xiao frowned deeply, seemingly considering his words.
Seeing that he did not believe him, Painter grew increasingly anxious. "Really, there's no time left. Can you contact the Black King? I must see him as soon as possible. Only if the Black King convenes the Ten Kings Conference and calls upon the talents of the world will we have a chance to turn the tide!
Don't worry, there really is no conspiracy this time. Don't believe the rumors about me.