Grand Melee at the Zoo, Ten Thousand Words of Divine Weapons Wholesale

Within the Divine Sense Imprint, Tang San was still urging them on.

Da Ming rose to his feet and looked through the thick windows of Clear Sky Fortress toward the distant heights.

Behind the battlefield where the fierce fighting was in full swing stood two figures like sculptures.

Could they be people from the Undead Empire?

Their existence made even Tang San feel fear?

Perhaps their cultivation was not as Tang San had said, similar to his and Er Ming's. Perhaps they were even stronger than he and Er Ming were.

"Er Ming, let's go," Da Ming said lightly. "Since Little San has spoken, we need to give it our all."

Er Ming's heart sank, and he nodded silently.

Da Ming was reminding him.

Since the Divine Sense Imprint had been reactivated, their every move would be exposed under Tang San's gaze.

Da Ming was serious. They had to go all out.

Unless they could confirm that the other side was from the Undead Empire, and confirm that Wang Dong truly had been treated well, they had to obey Tang San's orders, even if they were only putting on an act.

Everything before this had merely been their speculation.

They did not dare be certain at all whether Wang Dong was truly within the Undead Empire.

Even if there was only a 0.0001 percent chance, they did not dare gamble.

In the God Realm, inside Sea God Hall, Tang San furiously smashed his divine throne several times.

Then, still feeling unsatisfied, he stood up again and threw several punches into the void in succession.

"Damn it! How dare he! How dare he! How dare he curse me! How dare he reject me!" Tang San gnashed his teeth, his entire face twisting savagely. "Two beasts who don't know whether they're dead