Zhao Changhe chuckled: "Those matters are due to the burden of Ancient Times. When you were just Han Wubing, you never let me down. Tell me, what do you want brother to do?"
Han Wubing said one word at a time, "Please break this cage."
Zhao Changhe raised his head to the sky, the Vermilion Bird spread its wings, and the Four Symbols evolved into the heavens, jointly trapping Heavenly Dao's hateful residual soul in the Void.
He slowly stood up, drew his sword in hand, and looked at the sky: "The imposed cage, I will cut it...but your own barriers, Han Wubing, you must break yourself."
Before his words settled, his expression suddenly changed, and he clutched his heart, bowing in pain.
Han Wubing quickly supported him: "What's wrong?"
Zhao Changhe, his face pale, took a deep breath and whispered: "The Spirit Clan's Gu...there's a problem."
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