Who could guarantee that Immortal Emperor Zhetian would not recover his Primordial Spirit and condense a physical body? Perhaps Immortal Emperor Zhetian was currently unable to control his power out of fear that the plane would collapse, but the moment he condensed a physical body and could freely unleash his power without causing the plane to crumble would spell the death of the three of them. How could they not worry?
Ignoring the two of them entirely, Ao Jue cursed fiercely in his heart.
*I am practically about to be killed, and the two of you are also tightly entangled, yet you are still thinking about suppressing Immortal Emperor Zhetian? You are truly trading your lives for an Emperor's Primordial Spirit.*
Chapter 525