“The great Nethergod, ruler of the Netherworld, a supreme existence, is actually begging for help from a mortal. Hahaha, it really is delightful to think about!” Leng Yueyan laughed as her sword danced, blocking the Nethergod’s attacks.

Their two bone swords danced through the air, unleashing waves of power that tore through the void. Long Chen was pressed flat against the Holders of Evil by the bursts of power coming from them. Whistling Sword Qi slashed through his body. He felt like he was on the verge of collapse.

“Leng Yueyan, you and I are one person. If I die, you’ll definitely die. Condensing a new divine core will require going through reincarnation and starting over. Are you really willing to destroy a hundred thousand years of cultivation?” shouted the Nethergod.

Leng Yueyan smiled. “I’m fine with it. You separated me from you so you could kill me. Don’t act like we’re one. You are you, and I am me....