"Go capture them!"
With old grudges combined with new ones, the Primordial Qilin charged towards the Ancestor Dragon wielding two large hammers.
Just as the Divine Monarchs, including the White Tiger, were about to return, they were separated by a starry curtain.
Wang Shu pulled them into another battlefield.
"Who is the Daoist?"
The Ancestor Dragon's gaze was calm as water, incomparably deep.
The Primordial Qilin grinned and said, "The one who will kill you!"
"Humph!"
The Ancestor Dragon sneered, his eyes seemingly able to see through illusion, with purple symbols interwoven within his pupils, indifferent yet intimidating.
"A coward hiding like a rat does not qualify to battle with me, step aside!"
Upon hearing this, the Primordial Qilin's lips curled into a sinister smile, and he chuckled lightly, "Who is hiding, yet to be known!"
"Watch as I kill!"
