"Brother Wushuang!" Hu Qing turned his head and saw Jian Wushuang. His heart leapt with joy, and he quickly said, "Brother Wushuang, if you leave Xilu here now, there's still hope. Hurry..."
Before Hu Qing could finish speaking, Jian Wushuang interrupted him, "Hu Qing, you need to see the situation clearly. This is the Northern Spacetime, our homeland. Do you want to leave a permanent scourge here?"
"Brother Wushuang..." Hu Qing's expression shifted. He didn't want to leave a disaster in the Northern Spacetime, but he also didn't want this calamity to wreak havoc elsewhere.
This was the Northern Spacetime, where he could still exert some control.
If Xilu reached the Realm God Continent, it would be over.
No one would be able to suppress him.
And there would be no limit of 20 million units of divine power.