When Nian Bing flew to the battlefield, Xi Jie, whose entire body was radiating golden light, was already there waiting for him. Xi Jie's demeanor seemed excellent; from the surface, he did not appear to have just experienced a grand battle yesterday. As Nian Bing slowly approached, Xi Jie's eyes revealed an intense dominance and unwavering belief in victory.
"I've arrived late, my apologies," Nian Bing said with a smile while looking at Xi Jie.
Xi Jie replied indifferently, "No, perhaps I arrived too early. Shouldn't our decisive battle end as early as possible?" Two days without food and water had already affected the combat power of the Army of Gods-man. Though their capabilities far surpassed those of ordinary people, they were ultimately still flesh and blood. This battle, of course, would benefit the gods-men more by ending sooner.
Nian Bing nodded slightly and said, "Indeed! The sooner it ends, the better. Xi Jie, there's a piece of good news for you—should I tell you?"
