Xiang Tiandi watched Li Zhengdao fleeing, uttered a low cry, and saw layers of electric light grow from his palm. His arm had turned into a flash of lightning, slashing out with layers upon layers of spatial distortion.
'It's over...'
But when he truly saw Li Zhengdao finally fall, his breath quickly plummeting to nearly nothing, a hint of confusion flashed across Xiang Tiandi's face.
He always felt that the battle before his eyes seemed won a bit too easily. However, the pressing matter was to awaken the Haotian Divine Emperor in seclusion. After pondering for a moment, Xiang Tiandi decided not to pursue it further.
As Li Zhengdao fell, the mist surrounding the entire palace gradually dissipated.
Xiang Tiandi looked towards Yan Zhenjun, standing in front of the dragon's body, and nodded slightly. Even though the other had not contributed much just now, at least he had blocked once and didn't slip away directly.
