Unfortunately.
Wang Jixuan’s hidden heart gave a faint sigh.
He had originally wanted to watch the Feather God Palace and the Dark Sect tear each other apart.
Seeing that heavyweight seniors from both sides had now appeared, he knew this local war could no longer be pressed to the end.
They’d come too fast, and that instantly cut Wang Daoist’s pleasure in half.
A cold, cutting gaze swept across.
Wang Jixuan’s alien soul shuddered, then immediately steadied itself, revealing no flaw.
“You’ve got a lot of nerve.”
Master Zhihui’s delicate brows drew together.
She looked at the Dark Sect’s Celestial Immortals, who had already taken heavy losses.
Though she was the vice sect leader, she ordinarily didn’t concern herself with the Dark Sect’s external campaigns.
But this time the Dark Sect and the Feather God Palace had brawled near the Fusang Divine Tree, and the Dark Sect had suffered enormous losses in a short time.
She had no choice but to step out and personally seek out the vice palace lord of the Feather God Palace she was acquainted with—
The golden-armored elder beside her.
The two of them appeared together, naturally intending to stop the two sides from continuing the fight.
Most of the Dark Sect’s immortal troops had already been sent to the mortal world.