This made Da Yi tilt his head slightly curiously towards Wu Liang, and he was surprised to find that the guy who threw out the Mist Sword had a peculiar smile on the corner of his mouth.
He even said words he couldn't understand: "This bet is not big enough, let's make it a bit bigger!"
Zi-la——
The moment Da Yi grasped the Mist Sword tightly, it seemed to vaporize and turned back into mist, even becoming as dark as ink under Thunder Ghost's powers, emitting dazzling light. The rolling thunder illuminated the entire Taishan Peak.
Meanwhile, Wu Liang continued to retreat while speaking: "Why don't we directly bet on the fate of the world!"
"I bet I can definitely save the world! Achieve that rightful path! Thoroughly eradicate the Supernatural Calamity, this cancer! If successful, you must promise me one request; failure...as you said, failure means nothing, including my world."
After speaking, Wu Liang had already retreated to the edge of the peak.
