Lin Hongyu stopped the chase, paused in thought, and suddenly said, “Withdraw! Give Ying Hongyue time to recover so he can use the bloodlines of the eight families to deplete Red Moon power. The exalted emperor is going to turn him into a replica soon if he doesn’t get a breather!”0

The group blinked. What is this, a joke? We’ve chased after him for all this time, and now we’re withdrawing?0

But since Lin Hongyu had given her orders, they followed without question. Up ahead, Ying Hongyue could also sense that his pursuers had stopped.0

“Li Hao!” He grit his teeth and sat down cross-legged. The eight bloodlines over his head trembled, smashing through the strands of Red Moon power. Damn it, Li Hao, what do you think of me as?0

Your tool?! Do you think you and Li Daoheng are the only chess players in the world?0

Damn it!!0

……0

In the depths of the cosmos.0

Li Hao was seated cross-legged in space. He looked at the three apprehensive Saints. Their daily routine had turned into fighting exalted emperors and half step emperors on a regular basis ever since Li Hao came into their lives. How exciting!0

If including Li Hao, their strength consisted of a quartet of Saints. And...2