Only after becoming emperor did he realize he was in a fantasy world of immortal cultivation.

Upon hearing this, Lin Yuan glanced sideways at Brother Han.

Han felt a chill run down his spine under Han's gaze and immediately shrank back, trying to make himself less noticeable.

"Alright, we don't need you here for now," Lin Yuan said calmly.

Han Ge breathed a sigh of relief and replied, "Yes, boss."

Having said that, he was about to leave.

But as he turned around, he clearly felt a spiritual force strike the back of his neck.

Before Han could think any further, he fell straight down.

Lin Yuan withdrew the spiritual power from his fingertips and glanced lightly at the person who had fallen to the ground.

He thought to himself: I'll spare your life since you led the way for me.

Then he looked away and gazed ahead.

By this time, the black dragon had recovered and began a new round of attacks.

But Lin Yuan's gaze only lingered on the man and the dragon for a few seconds before sweeping around.

It was finally decided to be positioned to the left front.

The body was on Gong Wujue, who was meditating and regulating his breathing with his back against the boulder.

The other side had clearly just gone through a fierce battle.

His once spotless white robes were now torn open from shoulder to waist, a long gash soaking through most of the garment in a shocking display of blood. His face was ashen, and a trace of blood still clung to his lips.

Lin Yuan thought to himself: A good opportunity.

He was about to take the person away.

But then Gong Wujue suddenly opened his eyes.

Then, he took out some kind of pill from his storage bag, and after taking it, the glaring bloodstain on his body disappeared instantly.

Her complexion also became much rosier.

Lin Yuan pulled back the foot he had stepped out with.

We're prepared to wait and see how things develop.

After Gong Wujue's injuries had mostly healed, he couldn't wait to turn his gaze to Gong Wuchen, who was currently fighting.

"Hmph, Mo Jiao," Gong Wujue said, seeing Mo Jiao being chased around by his brother, his grip on the sword loosened slightly, and then he smiled and said, "If you run into my brother, you're as good as dead."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the black dragon suddenly turned around, its scarlet vertical pupils locking onto him.

Gong Wujue raised his sword to meet the enemy, whose massive body quickly filled his entire field of vision.

Just in time.

He was just worried about not having a chance to avenge that claw attack.

Gong Wujue immediately circulated his spiritual power, and the long sword in his hand burst forth with dazzling spiritual light.

He then summoned several more thunder talismans.

As the black dragon roared and pierced his eardrums, he instantly swung his sword several times.

A moment later, the sword energy, carrying the talisman, all landed on the black dragon's wound.

The black dragon instantly transformed into a thunder dragon.

Its radiance illuminated the entire Burial Cliff with unparalleled brightness.

This also allowed the three people, who were at different distances from the Ink Dragon, to clearly see that the attack just now was probably not even an itch for the Ink Dragon.

Gong Wujue never expected that his carefully prepared move would be so... vulnerable.

He used talismans to compensate for his weak spiritual power.

It seems that won't work either.

"No trick, get out of the way." Gong Wuchen saw that the black dragon had already approached him, but he was still stunned in place. Although he had already moved, he was still afraid that he would be a step too late.

Upon hearing his brother's urgent call, Gong Wujue was jolted awake from a deep dream.

But in the blink of an eye, he made eye contact with the black dragon.

My heart clenched for a moment.

He wanted to back out, but it was clearly useless.

"No secret—" Gong Wuchen's voice lost its gentleness for the first time.

He kept swinging his sword at the black dragon, each strike ruthless.

Despite the Mo Jiao's struggles, the direction its mouth was facing remained unshaken.

Upon hearing Gong Wuchen's voice, Gong Wujue instinctively replied, "Brother..."

"Roar—" The black dragon was momentarily distracted by Gong Wuchen's sword energy, its heart burning with rage. No matter what, it had to devour the food before it immediately.