Down on the battlefield below, everyone watched the stalemate in the sky with nervous tension, their faces etched with gravity and anxiety. They gripped their magic treasures tightly, ready to support Laozi at any moment, yet they dared not act rashly for fear of disrupting the fierce battle.
The Leader of Tongtian gripped the Qingping Sword tightly. His expression was frighteningly dark, his eyes fixed dead on the sky as if trying to pierce through everything unfolding above.
Luohou's gaze flickered unpredictably, the corners of his mouth curving up slightly in a cunning calculation. Watching Laozi in the sky, a trace of slyness flashed in his eyes as he muttered to himself, "Heh, this fellow Laozi is something else. He hid himself so deeply."
Chapter 212