In the dense jungle, two figures were sprinting rapidly.
Suddenly, one of the figures stopped.
"Junior Brother Jiang."
Zhuo Bufan raised his brow, halting his steps to look at Jiang Chen who paused and glanced back.
The two had already run over ten miles, yet they could still feel the violent shockwaves emanating from behind them.
"Senior Brother Zhuo, I can't just abandon our mentor!"
Jiang Chen stared fixedly at the distant sky, where several streaks of the Great Dao Divine Light constantly collided; one particular light with the aroma of wine was struggling to suppress the other three.
"Junior Brother Jiang, you can't help; staying here will only distract Elder Jiu!"
Zhuo Bufan hastily spoke, then softened his tone to comfort: "Rest assured, with Elder Jiu's abilities, they won't be able to hold him down!"
"Senior Brother Zhuo, there's no need to say more. If Master hadn't perceived this battle as his breakthrough opportunity, I wouldn't let him take such a risk!"
