Frog Daoist froze.
Just as it had thought, over these thousand years, Chen Xun and Black Ox had both come to terms with it.
War was simply like this. It had lived through it before, and seeing Chen Xun and Black Ox in such a state was enough. Having their great vengeance repaid was a supreme blessing; that was also why Lion Dog's first roar upon returning to the Eternal Immortal Frontier had been so earth-shaking.
After a triumphant return, no hint of dejection could be shown. A full thousand years was enough to digest everything.
Frog Daoist's eyes brightened slightly. "Chen Xun, say the word. We'll take it!"
"Roar~~"
Little Crimson sprang out from somewhere on the plains, looking fierce and valiant. Half these Immortal Tombs had been dug by it. "Brother Xun, I'm here~!"
Buzz—
A wild wind suddenly arose.
Little Crimson charged over, yet its immortal bones were crackling. Its injuries were far from healed.
"Quack quack~~!"
A surge of waves permeated the air as Mountain-Sitting Duck came running over, baring its teeth. Its beak was crooked, apparently knocked crooked during the great battle—a true Dao injury that would not recover anytime soon.
"Chen Xun, the Jing Water Treasure Bottle is gone. Let's go outside and get some immortal materials." Mountain-Sitting Duck flapped its wings and quacked loudly. "I feel killing intent lurking on all sides now. I'm following you first!"
Its eyes were filled with vigilance. It felt alarm and panic, as though every blade of grass and every tree hid an assassin waiting to ambush it.
Had those Five Elements Sect Disciples not been so valiant, it truly would not have survived even ten years of that battle.
Mountain-Sitting Duck glanced at the tombs and clicked its tongue in amazement...
It too had lived through