The expression on the face of the Primordial God of Opening the Heavens was more serious than ever: "Kid, the Human Race and the Divine Race can lose me, they can lose those Ancient Gods, but they absolutely cannot lose you."
"You are their hope."
"So I hope no matter what happens outside, you must not act rashly."
Xia Feng nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, senior, I have things under control."
After saying that, he also checked his own condition, tightly gripping the God-Burying Bell and the Heaven-Burying Sword in his hands.
The Infinite Divine Armor on his body faintly showed its presence, a subtle halo enveloping him.
The women, seeing that he had finished talking with the Primordial God of Opening the Heavens, gathered around with worried expressions: "Husband, make sure to protect yourself outside."
Xia Feng smiled and gently patted each of their heads: "Don't worry, I'll come back fine, and then bring you all back together with me."
