From beginning to end, Lei Chen did not say a word.
At the moment the two disappeared, the barrier isolating heaven and earth slowly receded like the tide. The external starlight, residual energy fluctuations, and the thick scent of blood once again surged into Chu Zheng's senses.
The three Immortal Monarchs who had completed the battlefield cleanup approached, and the expression on their faces showed a hint of gratitude.
If Chu Zheng hadn't acted today, the sixth line of defense would undoubtedly have fallen, and they would also have perished here.
"Thank you, Chu Immortal Monarch, for your great favor today." Taiyi Hongfeng spoke first, the thunder light in his eyes dim, his voice hoarse from heavy injuries, yet exceptionally solemn.
He bowed deeply to Chu Zheng, his posture extremely humble: "If not for the Immortal Monarch intervening today and turning the tide, we surely would have been doomed."
