บท 1722: Heavenly Demonic Realm

"Lure the Azure Supreme Thearch away?"

Jiang Yi's expression turned somber, and he immediately shook his head. "Lord Qing Ling, if you're not sure you can protect yourself, don't bother about me. If you get hurt because of me—even if I can escape, I will be plagued by my conscience for the rest of my life. You already saved me once at the Lava Wasteland. You even gave me your divine tree leaf. I will never be able to repay you even if I spent the rest of my life trying."

"Keke, you really do have a conscience, lad."

The divine root kept pulling Jiang Yi along as Qing Ling's voice sounded. However, she did sound a bit stricter. "Little fella, you should know your own identity. You cannot give up so easily. All the human and demon races are depending on you. If you cannot defeat the Netherworld Race beings, the human and demon race will forever be oppressed by them."

"Uh—"