Before Wu Li could finish speaking, the Lord of Zhalong Mountain snorted coldly, "A spacetime token?"
Such a treasure, he barely had a few, and none were given to his descendants.
How could he believe this?
Wu Li also knew his explanation sounded far-fetched.
It sounded more like a perfunctory lie.
But that was the truth.
Two seemingly unremarkable demigod powerhouses had both taken out spacetime tokens, and after failing to defeat them, had fled.
"It's absolutely true, with our level of power, how could we dare deceive the Lord!"
After finishing his words, Wu Li bowed deeply.
Jian Wushuang and the others held their breaths, waiting for the Lord of Zhalong Mountain to speak, whether it would be battle or peace depended on his next words.
However, judging by the other party's demeanor, it seemed unlikely they would leave safely today.
Such a flimsy excuse, even a three-year-old wouldn't believe it.