White mist rapidly spread all around, and within a few breaths, it had created a space to serve as the battlefield.
Ning Zhuo sighed, stepped forward, emerged from the crowd, and stood before the projected image of Linghu Jiu.
For Ning Zhuo, being drawn into an unprepared battle was not to his liking. In his heart, war was perilous and fraught with danger; each initiation of combat needed to be taken with utmost caution.
Because once hands were truly laid, it signified that all other means had been exhausted and that combat was the reluctant, last resort.
But the current situation was quite special whether it was Lin Bufan, Shen Lingshu, Zhu Xuanji, or the Five Elements Divine Master everyone wanted Ning Zhuo to fight.
Compelled by circumstances, Ning Zhuo, being but a small Foundation Establishment Cultivator, could only comply.
