"Brother Solar Flames, what should we do now?"
In a secluded place, Solar Flames and Moonless were hiding here, quietly recuperating. The contest for the Star Abyss Heir had reached the final stage.
Among the cultivators still surviving in the stellar space fragment, aside from those puppets controlled by the jellyfish star beast, there were probably only a handful left.
Solar Flames originally thought there might be other timid or weaker cultivators hiding, but now it seemed these cultivators had likely been secretly dealt with by the jellyfish star beast, given its numerous minions.
The Star Abyss Heir was destined to be decided among these few!
The closer to the end, the more one could not be careless. After all, the fight this time was not just for the title of Star Abyss Heir, but more for a chance to survive!
To lose would mean death.
