Three pairs of pitch-black wings sprouted from Qian Daoliu's back. He held the Angel Holy Sword, and the power surrounding him was terrifying to the extreme!
He arrived where Bibi Dong had fought Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, and his eyes instantly widened. "So this is a battle between gods? It truly is beyond anything a so-called High Priest could compare to!"
Qian Daoliu saw bottomless craters, mountain ranges sliced straight through the middle, and golden blood scattered across the ground, radiating rich vitality.
"Oh?" Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu and smiled. "Isn't this our Great Pontiff? What are you doing here?!"
Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong. Her aura was powerful, far stronger than what he had sensed out at sea.
It was an aura belonging to the Divine Realm. He had a feeling that if she wanted to kill him, she could do it here with a mere twitch of her finger.
Even if he used the Angel Divine Artifact, even if he used angel divine power, he would still be no match for Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong was a true deity, not a High Priest with divine power, nor a Peerless Douluo.
"I came to help you..." Qian Daoliu said.
"Help me? I don't need your help. They might both be deities, but they were terribly weak! They were no match for me at all. Rather than helping me, you should help the Spirit Hall Empire's army. That is where your battlefield lies," Bibi Dong said.
It was not that she looked down on Qian Daoliu. That was simply the truth: he was merely a Peerless Douluo with divine power.
The help Qian Daoliu could offer her was negligible.
Hearing this, Qian Daoliu did not deny it. Instead, he nodded slightly. "You're right, Bibi Dong. I