Battle of the Six Saints

Several minutes earlier, on a wasteland thousands of miles beyond the Black Corner Region, over a million residents of the Black Corner Region had been scattered across the area by Zi Yan's teleportation. With so many people stranded on the wasteland, chaos should have broken out, but with the joint assistance of Evil Prison, Eight Fan Gate, and Rakshasa Gate, order was barely maintained.

Xiao Mei looked worriedly toward the Black Corner Region, then glanced sideways at Yao Ye and asked softly.

"Sister Yao Ye, Cousin Xiao Yan..."

Xiao Mei did not finish her question, and Yao Ye did not answer. Her brows merely remained tightly furrowed.

That was no longer a battle they could take part in.

Elsewhere, Xiao Ning stood with his arms folded, appearing calm and composed. Yet his constantly tapping fingers silently exposed his anxiety.

Until now, he had muddled his way to this level through play and leisure. Only at this moment did he realize just how useless he was.

Xiao Yan had told them to evacuate everyone from the Black Corner Region, which proved that an utterly uncontrollable battle was about to erupt there. Under such circumstances, Xiao Yan remained in the Black Corner Region, fighting bloody battles, while he, Xiao Yan's cousin, could only hide in a safe place and do nothing.

For the first time in all these years, Xiao Ning felt so unwilling to accept this.

Elsewhere, Zijing was equally unwilling, yet he did not let his hot blood rush him into going back to help.

With his strength, he would not be able to help at all. He would only become Xiao Yan's burden.

All he could do now was pray inwardly, praying that his mother would arrive soon.

"What an undeserved disaster..." Elder Eagle Mountain looked at the bustling