"It's best not to let him descend into the present world."
Daoist Xuan Qing gazed at the Immortal Gate and suddenly spoke, "If he descends, whether he wins or loses, this land will be devastated."
Richard glanced sideways at Daoist Xuan Qing.
"I didn't expect you to care for the world; I thought you were the kind who wouldn't mind the deaths of thousands as long as the Mad Immortal perished."
Daoist Xuan Qing was silent for a moment, then said calmly, "These people staying here are useless. No matter how meaningful the sacrifice, I won't frown, but such meaningless death, I don't want to see."
"Pragmatist, not bad."
Richard gazed at the Immortal Gate, took a step, and his figure appeared hundreds of miles away. In just a moment, Richard arrived in front of the Immortal Gate.
The werewolves in front of the Immortal Gate had already passed out. Under that terrifying pressure, few creatures below the World Master could remain conscious.
