It's okay to save him easily.

Ling Xiao didn't stay long. He had already exhausted his benevolence and righteousness and could no longer protect those people.

Along the way, he killed at least hundreds of gods of calamity in the upper realm, but it felt like they were all lower gods.

But yes, the lower gods are more than enough to deal with the Great Tribulation Realm warriors, and there is no need to send stronger ones.

But there was always a question in his mind.

The reaction from the lower realm is too slow this time.

It stands to reason that someone must have escaped.

Even if there wasn't, like Honghuang Li, after he rescued Honghuang Li, Honghuang Li had already asked for help.

Two or three hours have passed, and the God of the Tribulation Realm of the Lower Realm has not come to rescue him.

Unless something happened to the God of Tribulation Realm.

This time, the upper realm seems to have been plotting for a long time and formed a careful sneak attack plan.

"Hong Zhou, where are you?"

Ling Xiao's face became increasingly ugly.
Chapter completed!