"It really never ends."
Tianming Wuji swept his gaze over the horde of strange creatures, and some of the weaker Immortal Emperor-level creatures immediately exploded in swathes.
"Leave that arm to Fellow Daoist. We'll stop these strange creatures and keep them from causing him trouble," Dao Wushuang said with a light smile.
From beginning to end, he wore an unruffled expression, as though everything was firmly within his grasp.
"Fine. I'll leave the weaker side to you." Tianming Wuji curled his lips into a smile.
"I don't mind." Dao Wushuang did not care in the least. Since he was not being sent to fight the stronger side, he was happy to take it easy.
The two charged at the strange creatures from opposite sides.
With no one else to rely on, Nether Child ran over to Da Piao Liang again and directly stood in his arms.
"What are you doing?" Da Piao Liang tilted his head, utterly puzzled. Why was this little guy pressing so close to him? Though he liked handsome men, he already had a great handsome man.
"Nothing. I'm just here to lie down and get carried to victory."
Nether Child chuckled without a shred of embarrassment.
He could not help it. It was not that he was weak; his cultivation was simply too low. If he had War Emperor Level cultivation too, he would have charged into battle alongside Hua Yunfei and the others long ago.
Screech—
Two streaks of sword light annihilated each other at once.
Hua Yunfei narrowed his eyes slightly. Though this arm was merely a part of an Overlord-level being, the power it possessed was still terrifying.
What was more, it held a rusted ancient sword. That sword was most likely an Overlord-level battle weapon. Though it had lost its former might,