Chang'e murmured. Then her gaze flickered, and countless crystal-like objects appeared across the surface of her body as she fell into slumber.
Ye Qingwei stood atop the Death Realm, looking at the moon in astonishment. The moon was gradually vanishing, becoming increasingly transparent.
What kind of ability was this?
"They've hidden themselves, just like they did five thousand years ago!" Ruo Bing said coldly. Her face was filled with disdain, but there was still a trace of melancholy in her eyes.
"Why hide?"
"Because of the Annihilation Tribulation, and some old grudges." Ruo Bing let out a long breath and pointed her sword toward the breach in the plane barrier. "Our Origin Star is extremely special. Some people once wanted us dead. Now that Jiang Yang has devoured Earth, he may very well draw all those people back."
"For example, this small fry at the door!"
Before Ruo Bing had even finished speaking, she vanished from where she stood. At the edge of the plane barrier, countless sword energies shrieked, splitting the chaos energy into innumerable fragments. Then a black figure was nailed to the barrier.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Ruo Bing grabbed the head of this God-Level being, but it wore a black mask that even she could not remove.
The next moment, the God-Level being turned directly into a wisp of ash and vanished.
The Death Realm slowly moved over, and Ye Qingwei and the others hurriedly asked, "Sister Ruo Bing, who was that just now?"
"A petty thief. There are plenty of that sort in the Chaos Universe," Ruo Bing said indifferently, though her expression was grave. She seemed to recall something, and a chill rose in her heart. "Can we contact Jiang Yang now? There are some things he may need to know."