"The Wumeng Tribe truly remains as untrustworthy as ever. We were playing a game with you properly, yet you could still go back on your word. One really cannot place too many hopes on you!"
A voice came from the direction of the Xuan Clan, its tone brimming with mockery.
"You used my clansmen as bargaining chips, and you still have the nerve to call that a game?" Another cold voice came from the Wumeng Tribe's side.
"So that gives you the right not to follow the rules we just agreed upon? Just like how your Wumeng Tribe backstabbed our Xuan Clan back then—you always have ample reasons, don't you?"
Laughter rang out, and the mockery in the words grew even thicker.
"That was in the past. Our Wumeng Tribe has now taken the initiative to retreat to this remote Black Stone Domain. What more do you want?"
"What do we want? You'll find out soon enough!"
The voices from both sides vanished. Only the colliding forces in the sky continued to rise, as though they intended to refine heaven and earth anew throughout this region.
Tu Ying of the Xuan Clan glanced at Wu Han, then retreated and flew back in the direction he had come from.
"Chase them! Don't let a single one escape!"
Seeing Tu Ying leave, Wu Han swept her gaze across the surrounding Dao Integration Realm cultivators and gave a sharp command. Then she rushed out first, intending to rescue Wu He from Tu Ying's hands.
A hundred miles away, Chen Fei saw Wu Han's gaze and frowned slightly. In the end, he still followed after them.
There were still many Dao Integration Realm cultivators of the Wumeng Tribe watching nearby. Of the five remaining Dao Integration Realm cultivators from the Black Stone Domain, regardless