Moli, Bu Yunyan, and Ling Xiaozhu's relationship was complex, and Xiao Chen couldn't make sense of it all at once, so he decided to keep Moli with him for the time being to avoid any mishaps.
"Surely I am not needed to lend a hand?"
Xiao Chen turned to look in the direction of the battlefields around him.
The flight he had taken had brought him tens of thousands of miles deep into the Divine Capital, and it seemed like none of the battlefields had realized that the Flame God and Moli were defeated; the battles were continuing fiercely.
Though the four major battlefields were at a noticeable disadvantage, aside from Xuanyuan Ancestor faring slightly better, Xiao Chen believed that the ultimate victory would belong to the Immortal Realm side.
Because they were due to appear.
...
In the ancient and boundless mysterious cosmic space, a figure resembling a dried corpse floated.
