God Tomb Seat.
Near the Line Source Skyway.
"Sishen Yang!"
Six figures spoke in unison. Their hoarse, furious, restless voices were like serrated blades sawing across the listener's eardrums.
They came together, staring fixedly at the handsome and imposing Sishen Yang.
"What happened?"
Sishen Yang frowned, looking at them in confusion. With the abilities of the Death God Group, how could they be this flustered?
Hadn't they gone off to relax earlier?
The six figures seemed to become one again. They surrounded Sishen Yang, their hoarse voices rising together once more. "What happened? Seventh Brother has vanished!"
"What?"
Sishen Yang could hardly believe his ears. He stared at them in utter disbelief. "Don't joke with me about something like this. Really, it isn't funny."
"Who is joking with you?" The six figures were somewhat enraged. That anger was not an act, and it placed pressure even on Sishen Yang.
"We can't find him, and we can't contact him either! There are only two possibilities. First, he returned to Hunyuan Ji without permission. Second, something happened to him!" The six figures shared one mind, one killing intent, their voices as sharp as swords.
"He couldn't have gone back to Hunyuan Ji. The Line Source Skyway is under my control..." As Sishen Yang spoke, he shook his head and looked at them, gritting his teeth. "If what you're saying is true, then if something happened to him..."
His expression immediately became extremely grim.
"This is the enemy's retaliation—and an even greater provocation against us!"
The six had long harbored that suspicion. It was also why they were so thunderously enraged.
"Who else could have done it?" They stared hard at Sishen Yang.
Sishen Yang's gaze instantly turned incomparably gloomy. It was as if he had returned to the days when Kuntian Zhen