Let us tell two tales, each from its own branch.
Just as the Underworld demon radiated killing intent, believing he held the whole situation in his grasp.
Elsewhere, the Immortal Realm's Heavenly Prides had seized Shen Qiu and Senior Brother Shangguan, fleeing desperately toward Nirvana Valley.
Senior Brother Shangguan's whole body was taut as he stared at the menacing figures around him. Startled and enraged, he demanded, "I bear no grudge against any of you. Why are you trying to kill us?!"
Before his words had faded, a Universe Hall disciple turned around and sneered. "Heh. Someone has to be sacrificed to fight the demons. If you want to blame someone, blame your rotten luck for running into the muzzle of the gun."
"Why waste words on him?"
The Heavenly Blade Sect disciple beside him gave a cold snort, his gaze chilling. "Pick up the pace! The commotion over there is getting weaker and weaker. If we delay any longer and that Old Devil fully awakens, none of us will escape."
As the saying went, better a fellow cultivator die than oneself.
They had struggled to reach the Golden Immortal realm. Ahead of them lay endless lifespans, towering power and authority, perhaps even the chance to become chess players in the Immortal Realm. So long as they survived, what did it matter if they sacrificed two unrelated ants? Even sacrificing several divine kingdoms would be worth it.
Hearing this, Senior Brother Shangguan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He had always been resourceful and adaptable, earning himself the name Fox of Secret Realms, yet he had never imagined that he would ultimately fall into the hands of his fellow cultivators. Fate truly loved to toy with people.
Shen Qiu, on the other hand, was unexpectedly calm,