Wu Mang trembled all over. If this golden-robed elder made a move, there would be no suspense; he, Wei Ying, and Little Gold would surely die without a trace.
The eighth level of the Heavenly God Realm is incredibly terrifying; the only way to resist is if Wei Ying and Little Gold recover their strength.
But at this critical moment, both were severely injured and had no power to resist.
"Run!"
Wu Mang was in panic, fearing discovery by the golden-robed elder, and hurriedly took Wei Ying and Little Gold to escape toward a distant cave.
"Hmm? Three ants have intruded?"
The golden-robed elder's aura enveloped the Eight Desolates, instantly capturing the essence of Wei Ying and the others.
"Forget it, let these ants be. Important business first."
The golden-robed elder squinted his eyes, looking at the distant sky.
He felt that his lifelong enemy, Jidu Demon Monarch, was now severely wounded; it was a great opportunity to kill him.
"Traitor remnant, today's your death day!"
