Feng Zheng, who had somehow arrived, looked up and sighed.
Many Human Race experts started bowing, bidding farewell to the shortest-lived Human King in history.
"Well," said Mu Dan suddenly, "Boss, I've arranged everything."
A question mark appeared on Master Wang's forehead.
In the next moment, three streams of light suddenly bombarded the chains of the Death Path.
The chains shook, and the Ship of the End seemed to grow angry, with countless tentacles poised to lash out.
Snap!
A crisp snap of fingers, as Bai Gu's figure emerged, making the tentacles move incredibly slow.
Luoshan Hermit's form streaked by, and before Wang Jixuan could react, something forcibly ejected his Primordial Spirit.
He looked down to see the Three Realms Wanderer trapped within the chains, held tight.
Wang Jixuan: ...
The Three Realms Wanderer winked at him.
Bai Gu reminded: "The second life has thirty seconds to say goodbye to the third life."
