"Damn it, without the giant dragon assisting you, how could you, with mere Level 8 Middle Stage cultivation, be a match for us?"
"Hmph! Having a giant dragon is my own strategy!"
"Leave the Netherworld King's Armor and come back with us obediently; the organization is in need of manpower, and you can be spared the death penalty."
"It's you who should stay. I've already abandoned the Pangong World. No one can make me, the Emperor, submit!"
On one side are two individuals at Level 8 Late Stage, and on the other is a pure-blood dragon at Level 8 Peak.
This battle can only be described as terrifying.
Ayak dared not spectate, fearing it might get involved.
It quickly sneaked away, deeply understanding its master's essence of stealth.
Sigh, yet another innocent world, doomed for destruction.
Must these powerful figures always wage war among themselves?
Why not pick up trash like me, isn't it delightful?
One month later.
Aya rested on a meteorite.
