After taking care of the experts from the Three Tiger Clans, the three siblings set off, the scenery around them constantly being flung behind.
"We're here."
After speeding along for another dozen minutes, their figures finally began to slow. Their gazes all turned toward the end of the path ahead, where, upon a wasteland, a solitary black peak stood proudly. The lone peak was sheer and steep, with no path to climb.
Atop the solitary peak, a black Great Hall stood in silence, as if it had been so since time immemorial.
At this moment, quite a few experts had already arrived before the Devouring Divine Hall, and Mu Zi and Lin Dong also saw familiar figures.
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The two looked at each other for a moment, then parted, each regrouping with the experts of the Kun Peng Race and the Heavenly Demon Marten Clan.
Mu Zi's gaze swept over everyone from the Kun Peng Race. At this moment, all of them were in high spirits and perfectly intact; clearly, they had not run into any trouble on the road before.
Looking toward the woman in red with silver hair, Mu Zi spoke softly, her words carrying a deeper meaning.
"Stay behind me later."
Kun Ling's eyes shifted slightly. Understanding Mu Zi's meaning, she nodded to her.
Just then, a figure came tearing through the air, instantly drawing the attention of the experts present.
"That's... Great Elder Mu Di of the Nine Phoenix Clan."
Mu Di's aura was actually somewhat weak, rising and falling unsteadily. This left everyone stunned. With his strength, just who could have left him in such a sorry state?
Ignoring the many probing gazes, Mu Di's figure flickered several times and landed among the ranks of the Nine Phoenix Clan.
"What happened?"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice