"....."
Xu Mengxi hesitated for a moment and gently shook her head:
"This... I'm not sure either."
"Huh?"
"The people above are all Saints; my cultivation is too shallow to understand the battle situation either."
"I see..."
The burly man scratched the back of his head, his voice carrying a tinge of anticipation:
"Then the immortals stepping in to help us, does that mean... we're about to win?"
As he spoke,
the burly man raised his hand and pointed toward the direction of the eastern part of the city:
"Look, over there, immortals are helping kill the bugs again."
"..."
Hearing this, Xu Mengxi forcibly suppressed the chaos in her mind caused by thoughts of Xu Changtian's death and resurrection and looked toward the now severely ravaged Zhenxi Prefecture City.
