"Gu... Divine Emperor, how much chance of victory do you think we have in this battle?"
The speaker was a female Quasi-Emperor named Cui Lan, a strong practitioner who self-sealed herself twenty thousand years ago in the Taichu Sacred Land.
Her appearance was youthful and charming, seemingly unrelated to someone who had lived for twenty thousand years.
Gu Qingyang glanced at her and said indifferently, "In this battle, the Cyan Yang Divine Court will surely win!"
Hearing this.
The corners of the other Quasi-Emperors' mouths twitched slightly.
Surely win!
It sounds simple, but achieving it is easier said than done.
Nevertheless.
They were prepared to die in this battle.
After all, they had made a blood oath, and betrayal was simply impossible.
They just hoped that Taichu Sacred Land could preserve a trace of its bloodline, not be completely eradicated.
Thinking of this.
Chen Mountain was silently resentful again.
