"Old Ghost, what are you thinking? We clearly have the upper hand, why would you agree to Zhan Xingzi's terms and call for a temporary truce?"
Above the Red Sea, a massive island abruptly rose from the water.
Creating an island out of thin air is hardly a difficult feat for a Fruit Realm Practitioner. After the truce, Blood Dragon Son slightly employed his magic and thus formed the now several thousand mu large Blood Dragon Island, crafting it into our base.
At this moment, he was dissatisfied, questioning the Ghost Worship Sect Hierarch.
"Blood Dragon Son, don't be impatient. Since this time we have driven the Heavenly Star Sect and the Moon Concealing Sect into a corner, we have already achieved our goal, let us not be too hasty."
"Zhan Xingzi, an old Taoist whose life span isn't much longer, do you really want to fight him to the death?"
