"Save me, Great Saint!"
Gong Jun's plea for help pierced through the void, spreading into the vast star sea.
Hearing the term "Great Saint," Chu Zheng's expression froze. He had narrowly escaped a calamity at the hands of a Great Saint of Martial Path once before, but the ordeal had inevitably left some shadows in his mind.
A Great Saint of the Martial Path was not something he could contend with at his current level. A mere wisp of their Blood Qi was enough to crush him to death.
Chu Zheng's heartstrings tensed instantly as he began to sense his own Tribulation Qi.
After a moment, a flicker of confusion passed through his eyes. The Tribulation Qi by his side was utterly calm; it was nowhere near triggering the predestined tribulations, let alone the so-called Death Tribulation.
Gong Jun's eyes were hollow as he stared at the empty starry sky, his mind momentarily numb.
