"However, if you are unwilling to go, fellow Daoist, that is fine as well. After this battle, everything will settle into place."
"It is merely to add another layer of insurance."
Seeing Shi Qingyun's hesitation, Tu Tao said no more. Things were indeed as he had said, but an ominous premonition lingered in his heart.
That was why he had sought a deal with Shi Qingyun.
After learning the circumstances behind it, Shi Qingyun made his decision. With Tu Tao and the others holding the enemy in check, it should be much less difficult.
"In that case, this junior is willing to lend a hand."
"And help annihilate the enemy."
Seeing Shi Qingyun agree, Tu Tao happily patted his shoulder, making no attempt to hide the satisfaction in his eyes.
"Tu Tao, after ten thousand years apart, has the river of time corroded your brain?"
"You actually asked a greenhorn for help."
"Hahahaha, how cowardly."
While Shi Qingyun and Tu Tao were still discussing some of the details, a voice like the booming of great bells swept over from afar.
When the two focused their gazes, they saw Tu Ran suspended in midair, his peerless might making the void tremble.
Above the sky, the Spirit-Absorbing Formation spun furiously, sending streams of clear spiritual energy crashing straight down toward Tu Ran.
Yet the moment they reached him, rising black mist devoured them, wisps of it coiling around his body.
At the sight of the newcomer, Tu Tao's expression instantly grew far graver. Especially upon sensing that strange aura around him, the ominous feeling in his heart grew stronger.
"Tu Ran, after ten thousand years, your mouth still stinks just as much."
"Has lying in that pile of corpses every day pickled you right through?"
Tu Tao's expression grew calm again, and