He saw Nezha fighting at his father's command, while his father stood far away watching, holding the Iron Pagoda that kept him in check.
At first, Wenlong found it funny. Then his heart ached, and sadness followed. He felt terribly sorry for Nezha.
If Li Jing still considered himself a father, why couldn't he set his son free? Why insist on treating him like a mad son, with his father clutching an iron chain, ready to lock him up at any moment?
The more Wenlong watched Nezha, the more bitter he felt. In this world where divine powers flew everywhere, giving Nezha a decent life should have been all too easy.
Yet Li Jing insisted on holding the Iron Pagoda and keeping watch over Nezha. The more Wenlong thought about it, the angrier he became.
He could only turn away from Nezha's battle. But just then, whether intentionally or not, Nezha raised his head and gave him a long, searching look.
Wenlong sighed silently in his heart, then turned his attention back to Erlang Shen's battle. Even with the Howling Celestial Hound helping him, he remained locked in a fierce struggle with the Demon King.
At this rate, even Erlang Shen might prove no match for the Demon King. Did the other Great Gods not dare swarm him? Why did they insist on watching from afar?
These Great Gods all cared about saving face, so there would be quite a show to watch. If the Demon King had another trick up his sleeve or reinforcements coming, these Heavenly Soldiers and Generals were bound to suffer a crushing loss.
The enemy had already invaded the Heaven Realm, yet those Great Gods remained perfectly unhurried. Wenlong felt anxious on their behalf.
He watched the two sides pair off and fight. Though the