As Wu Shaozhen and the two Netherworld Saints appeared, the Immortal-tier Experts locked in fierce combat all stopped. Even the fighting below seemed to pause briefly.
The pressure radiating from the Saint-tier Experts made everyone tremble inwardly...
The Immortals of White Marsh City retreated. The appearance of the Netherworld Saints left them too rattled to focus on the fight.
A group of Immortals came up beside Wu Shaozhen and cautiously asked, "Young man, Elder Huang..."
"He's dead...!" Wu Shaozhen said bluntly.
"..."
Though they had already braced themselves, hearing it confirmed still made every Immortal's heart sink...
"It's over. White Marsh City is finished!" one Immortal muttered.
"Ah, all our efforts were for nothing after all!" another Immortal sighed.
The enemy still had two Saints, while their side had none left. There was no point in continuing this battle...
"What the hell are you all sighing for? I'm still here!" Wu Shaozhen said, exasperated.
"You...?"
The Immortals glanced at him, then shook their heads. They said nothing, but their expressions made their thoughts perfectly clear...
"..."
Wu Shaozhen rolled his eyes, not bothering to argue with them...
Looking at the token in his hand, Wu Shaozhen sighed...
"Ah, old man, you really couldn't last, could you? If only you'd held on for one more minute."
Although Elder Huang had initially forced him into that special space, Wu Shaozhen couldn't bring himself to dislike the old man. Perhaps it was his willingness to sacrifice himself for a righteous cause that earned Wu Shaozhen's respect.
Shaking his head, Wu Shaozhen looked up at the two Netherworld Saints...
Both Netherworld Saints were in terrible shape. The one fighting Wu Shaozhen had only 33% health remaining, while the other was down to just 42%.
Elder Huang must have fought with everything he had in