The Nether Emperor shouted coldly, and an array rose, enveloping Netherworld City, dispelling all the pressure, and everyone returned to normal.
He slightly raised his head to look at the sky, waved his large hand, and terrifying spiritual power swept away the dark clouds and heavenly thunder, leaving everyone astonished.
The dark clouds dispersed, revealing countless figures standing in the firmament, their aura overwhelming, and at the forefront were indeed two Dao Emperors.
At this moment, the two Dao Emperors appeared extremely youthful and handsome; had it not been for the familiar aura they exuded, Chen Lan might have mistaken them for someone else.
However, he was only thinking about how to save Xiao Die. A battle of Dao Emperors, especially with three of them fighting, was not something he could partake in. Participation meant certain death; he could only wait for the right moment to act.
