Xuan Yuanjun's movement took Jiang Hengdao somewhat by surprise. Was something unusual happening in the sky?
He had noticed nothing at all. There should not have been any changes.
When he looked at the great hole in the sky, he indeed saw nothing amiss.
But Xuan Yuanjun must have had a reason for looking up.
"Xuan Yuanjun, are you trying to use the otherworldly aura to suppress my internal power?" Jiang Hengdao sneered. "Do you think that's possible? By my reckoning, the otherworldly aura will soon reach its peak intensity. No matter how much it suppresses my internal power, I'll still retain strength beyond the Desolate Realm. And you? Xuan Yuanjun, I'm afraid even you might not be able to maintain peak Desolate Realm strength, might you?"
After turning it over in his mind, Jiang Hengdao felt certain Xuan Yuanjun and the others were pinning their hopes on the otherworldly aura.
Yet this otherworldly aura was clearly even more disadvantageous to them. For a moment, Jiang Hengdao was deeply puzzled.
What else made Xuan Yuanjun think they had not reached the final step yet?
He could not see it.
"I think it's still possible," Xuan Yuanjun said with a smile.
Jiang Hengdao could not help bursting into laughter. Xuan Yuanjun's words were simply too ridiculous.
"You find it funny?" Xuan Yuanjun asked.
"Xuan Yuanjun, I thought you were fairly rational. I never expected you to become this foolish too. It seems the pressure of death has thrown you into disarray?" Jiang Hengdao did not know where Xuan Yuanjun's confidence came from. In any case, he could see no hope for them.
Xuan Yuanjun ignored Jiang Hengdao and instead glanced at the Demon God and the others.
"Why look at us? Tell us what to do, and we'll do it," the