The two sides slowly marched toward each other. The atmosphere was heavy and completely unlike the intensity of the battle between the Martial Kings.
If not for the murderous looks on everyone's face, it would be easy to think that they were but a group of friends who were meeting up here.
Mo Lei'er grabbed Dong Wushang's elbow tightly and stared intently at the battlefield. Her breathing became increasingly faster.
Dong Wushang looked at her strangely and thought, "What's wrong with this girl now? Isn't she normally fearless and brash?"
"Why is she so anxious and worried now?"
He still felt slightly uncomfortable having a young girl grabbing his arm in front of everyone. He shook his arm slightly but he noticed that Mo Lei'er was still grabbing onto his arm tightly as if she had not felt his shake. He could not bear to shove her off and hence, he stopped shaking his arm. Slowly, he reached out with his hand and placed it on Mo Lei'er's shoulder before giving it a small squeeze.
