“Hot damn, peak grand supremes are seriously terrifying!” Cen Sui kept gulping next to Lu Yun. There was no place for him in a battle of peak grand supremes—any of the ripples emanating from their moves would dust him to ashes.

Thankfully, he’d stayed on top of Snow Lotus ever since they arrived in this strange world. Thus, the treasure’s protection extended to him.

“Where’s Wu Ru?” Lu Yun frowned. “He’s alive, the Disordered Empyrean Supreme only occupied his thoughts. She didn’t kill him, so he’s still around here somewhere!”

“Who cares about that traitor!” Cen Sui glared. “Given how strong Wu Ru’s shamanic arts are, it’s not easy even for a peak grand supreme to take over his mind. Not to mention, the Disordered Empyrean Supreme is only...