Jiang Xiaobai's face was solemn, and his heart was in a panic.
Don't be deceived by him being hailed as the strongest in the Earth Immortal realm, known as the Sword Emperor.
But he's well-aware that even facing An Qing, who understands only a partial aspect, it's a fifty-fifty match.
If he encounters a true external demon, there's absolutely no hope!
Now that everyone's bet their hopes on him, if he's defeated, the Earth Immortal realm is doomed.
Ao Yan, Qiongyu, Nangong Wuyou, Ao Cheng and AnRan...
If he dies, what will happen to them?
He's never put himself in the position of a savior; from the moment he sensed a conspiracy in the background, he's only thought about their survival.
He cannot lose!
"How much time is left exactly?"
Seeing the Dao silent, Jiang Xiaobai pressed again.
A hint of helplessness appeared on the Dao's incomparably beautiful face, ranked as the first under heaven.
She sighed.
