"Old Wu, Old Zhang, come over and help me." Tu Jingtian watched those Divine Blades attacking Tang Feng not only refrain from striking, but instead flee, disappearing instantly. At this moment, the City Lord held zero position in their hearts.
With lives barely protected, who would foolishly remain loyal?
Damned, usually, I treat you well. Don't let me out, or each of you will die.
Regardless of whether he could succeed, Tu Jingtian had to shout his slogans. He already guessed his ending, truthfully regretting somewhat at this moment.
His son was gone, and now regeneration too as his life hung by a thread. All his life's efforts would go to waste. He felt unwilling, yet there was no other choice.
Looking at Tang Feng approaching, a sense of powerlessness arose in his heart. He had always been ambitious, striving to establish one of the most powerful forces in the Divine Realm.
However, now it all appeared as illusions that would never come to fruition.