"Brother Su, thank you for the assistance just now. Let's have a drink together sometime."
Xuan Zhan came over to Su Changkong's side and gratefully thanked him.
"Sure."
Su Changkong nodded slightly. His emotions had not yet settled, and he didn't engage in much small talk with Xuan Zhan.
All the Martial Saints gathered here scattered.
The Blood Demon Kong Zhi, seeing Holy Emperor Jiang and others appear, realized that the situation was dire and had fled early. At the time, everyone was focusing on Holy Emperor Jiang and the others hunting the Blood Demon, with no energy left to pay attention to a fleeing Kong Zhi.
Su Changkong did not return to the Ancient Holy Country immediately but stayed in this battle-scarred plain for the time being.
"Whether it's an Ancient Saint or a Heavenly Demon, they are extraordinary in strength, heights I cannot reach in a short time. All I can do is to become stronger step by step and one day reach a level comparable to theirs!"
