"Chasing after him, there are four terrifying god-demon phantoms, unfathomable and indescribable!"
"The situation for our Confucian faction has reached an extremely critical stage!"
"How to act, elders, we need measures to counterattack now!"
"....."
Voice after voice transmitted, and without exception, all spoke of the great change at this moment.
The more they heard, the grimmer the faces of the Two Saints from Wen Xuan became.
But while they were grim, they were also increasingly filled with fear.
Because at this moment in the void, Chen Chang'an's power to kill was concentrating.
The countdown to obliteration, was merely a few moments away!
Flee!
Flee far away!
If you don't run now, you will truly die!
In the blink of an eye, both of the Wen Xuan Saints had this thought.
They no longer cared about their four Saints hunting them, now all they wanted to do was to escape.