The other three groups also appeared outside the village.
All of them wore puzzled expressions.
They had just been searching the various halls for clues when the Barren Realm suddenly shattered, teleporting them out.
They looked at Chu Jiang, already forming a few guesses.
It had definitely been him.
"Chu Jiang is injured!" Wang Mang's face lit up with delight.
This was a perfect opportunity.
Li Bo'en of the Holy Heaven Sect looked even more displeased. That damned Barren Realm had been so difficult to deal with, so many people had died, yet they had not even obtained a single Kindling Mark.
Zhao Gantian of the Qilin Ancient Kingdom looked greedily at the Kindling Marks in Chu Jiang's group's hands. What kind of dogshit luck had these people stumbled into?
They had actually harvested so many Kindling Marks—more than his group had gained from entering the Barren Realm several times.
The Kindling Marks would surely be of great use within the Barren Heaven Secret Treasure.
Wang Mang's expression changed several times.
A powerful desire urged him to act. If he could obtain so many Kindling Marks, would he not soar straight into the heavens?
Forget breaking through to the quasi-Saint realm—becoming a Saint or even surpassing one in the future would not be difficult.
Yet reason still forcibly suppressed his urge to seize them.
The gap between the two sides was too great. He was alone.
Even if Chu Jiang was severely injured, Wu Yue was still a formidable fighting force. The others were all at the level of the Top Ten Sequences. With only himself, it would be like smashing an egg against a rock.
Wang Mang looked toward Li Bo'en, Zhao Gantian, and Long Yao, signaling with his eyes.
Everyone had contributed. Why should Chu Jiang alone take