"With wine in hand, I question the Qing Tian. Alas, sighing over the sorrows of the human world. Long-haired Lion, would you care to ride the winds with me, transform into a gentle breeze, and become my steed?" The King of Reincarnation wore an infuriatingly smug and broke demeanor.
Meng Degang involuntarily gasped. He never expected that these three damned skeletons had reached the Supreme Ancestral Monarch realm. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't flinch, but now, having first lost his avatar and then his Stone Man foundation severed, his Yuan Qi was severely depleted. The odds of taking them down looked bleak.
Xiao Chen, Keke, and the Little Stubborn Dragon all soared into the skies, encircling the heavily injured King of All Time, Meng Degang.
Against such a colossus of the Otherworld, there was no need to bother with concepts like one-on-one fights.
