Su Shi'er's heart was heavy, and for a moment, he did not know what choice to make.
But amid the raging wind, the majestic offensive radiating from the Divine Realm Divine Being showed not the slightest delay as it came straight for them.
"It's over!" Sensing the formless attack, Lin Qiao'er cried out despite herself.
At the same time, Mo Huaikong's voice rang beside Su Shi'er's ear.
"Little friend, first do everything you can with the formation to stabilize the attacks of Senior Xuan Ye and that Evil Immortal, Li Jiuyuan.
"As for this Divine Realm Divine Being, leave him to this poor Daoist."
"Mm? Senior, you..."
Su Shi'er froze at first, then hurriedly turned his head to look at Mo Huaikong beside him.
If they were speaking of cultivation and strength, the current Mo Huaikong was naturally superior.
But if they were speaking of condition, Mo Huaikong might not be any better than himself.
After all, in the previous fierce battle, Mo Huaikong had already been wounded.
For him to speak now clearly meant he had come to a realization, carrying a resolve to go to his death.
"In this life, there are always things one must do, and things one must not do."
"This poor Daoist came on this journey to bear the Heavenly Mandate. Now, it is time to meet the Heavenly Mandate that belongs to this poor Daoist."
Mo Huaikong continued speaking. As he spoke, his figure slowly rose into the air, and the aura around him surged upward at an astonishing speed.
What he was doing was plainly a matter of walking to his death.
Yet the look in his eyes was calm, and as he spoke, the corners of his mouth even lifted slightly, without the slightest trace of fear.
When his words fell,