"My days may be many or few, but that is none of your concern." Demon Emperor Chongxiao sneered. "I did hear that your true body is on its way to the Ancient God Battlefield. I hope your luck is good enough for you to come back alive."
Though the relationships among the great figures of the Immortal Realm were tangled and complicated, and some who disliked each other constantly called one another old ghosts and old dogs, meeting with swords drawn and words at daggers, in truth, they only cursed happily with their mouths. No matter how poor their relationship was, no Immortal Emperor truly wished for another Immortal Emperor to come to harm.
The reason was simple.
Even with everyone huddling together on the battlefield to fight the Devil Race, the situation remained unstable, arduous, and exhausting. If one of them accidentally died, would that burden not be shifted onto the rest?
Just as when Immortal Emperor Wuyue had suddenly fallen some time ago, the pressure and responsibilities of his war zone had passed to the neighboring Purple Wei Divine Palace and Haotian Divine Hall, while the overall pressure on the other factions had also sharply increased.
If several great figures fell in quick succession, the remaining great figures could forget about playing. The entire Immortal Realm would be finished.
"Hehe~ I never thought you, Old Devil, cared so much about me." Haotian Sword Emperor raised his brows. "Still, with Purple Wei and me forming a team, even if we fail to achieve our ultimate objective, returning alive will not be a problem. Of course, if you join our team as well, the whole trip will be even safer. Why not consider it? We have not gone far yet, so you can still catch up."
"This Emperor cannot be