The longer Chu Ge fought, the more smoothly it went. He knew he might not be able to beat Michael. Outside the book, his actual cultivation was indeed lacking, but he wasn't trying to win, only to buy time. How hard could that be?
Michael looked grave. He was actually faster than Chu Ge, but Chu Ge was far too deft, too slippery to catch. After all that chasing, they had barely exchanged two blows. You were supposed to be a god of your own domain, damn it. Who had ever seen a god dodge a fight like a slippery eel?
He also knew Chu Ge was only buying time... but he thought Chu Ge had made a mistake.
In a battle between powerhouses, if you lacked the spirit to face your opponent head-on and only evaded combat... you might buy yourself time, but once your opponent caught an opening, your defeat was certain.
Originally, the outcome had been uncertain, and he hadn't even wanted to fight. Now, instead, Chu Ge had put himself in a position where he was certain to lose.
It was only a question of how long he could stall!
Chu Ge truly had no intention of fighting a powerful enemy to the death. After all, he was unsettled and not remotely in form.
With his wife facing the strongest enemy inside the book, how could he be calm?
He hadn't looked for a few minutes. He had no idea how the battle inside the book was going... Had Qiu Qiu been hurt?
Although he wasn't "going mad with worry" as Dabei and the others imagined, anxiety was inevitable. Besides, Michael really did have him too occupied to help...
But logically, they shouldn't need any more help from him, should they...
The Heavenly Emperor had failed