"Alright."
A smile touched Xu Qing's lips.
At this point, only the nine Immortals from the World of Ten Thousand Races and the Twisted Demon God remained.
"Sovereign."
The nine Immortals from the World of Ten Thousand Races bowed to Xu Qing, their tone utterly respectful. "What should we do next? Please give us your orders!"
"Master, just tell us what to do next,"
the Twisted Demon God said.
"We're heading to the 'Only True Path,' of course,"
Xu Qing stated.
"Let's go together,"
Xu Qing said.
The moment he finished speaking.
BZZZT! BZZZT!
Xu Qing, the Twisted Demon God, and the nine Immortals from the World of Ten Thousand Races simultaneously formed the required Spell Formulas with their hands. Xu Qing felt an indescribable, mysterious Power wash over him.
In the next moment,
