"Lord Taiyi Chaos!!" Qing Lan exclaimed, standing up, ready to assist He Yuan.
"Sit down, what can you do? Even if you wield that ruler, how can you help? You'll only be a burden to him!" Sun Wukong spoke.
Qing Lan was silent for a moment, then sat back down, saying to Sun Wukong: "I beg Martial Ancestor to save my senior brother!"
"Care leads to chaos, just watch." Sun Wukong also gazed at the center of the battlefield.
Without much delay, two more figures appeared within the chaos.
One figure was a woman dressed in white palace attire, her demeanor somewhat resembling Bing Huan, but the cold charm she emitted was a thousand times stronger, merely standing there sent an endless chill straight to one's heart.
The other figure was a young man in a yellow robe, high above in the chaos, looking down on all, with an unrestrained arrogance in his eyes.
All who met his gaze felt a sense of submission rising in their hearts.
