"Yang Tian, don't ask why, the Demon Empresses are in trouble, go out and save them quickly!"
Wu Jie said with a pale face.
Yang Tian stared intensely at Wu Jie, feeling Wu Jie's body tremble, his heart ached: "Wu Jie, why are you so foolish? Why are you giving all your life cultivation to me?"
Wu Jie was silent for a long time before speaking: "I don't know why I'm doing this, maybe I feel I owe you..."
"What do you owe me?"
Yang Tian's eyes were filled with guilt.
Wu Jie's cultivation absolutely surpasses that of the Seven Realms, probably even the experts of the Asura Realm are not Wu Jie's match.
But with Wu Jie doing this, he has become a mere mortal without the strength to truss a chicken.
For a martial artist, this is undoubtedly a disaster of great magnitude.
