After Nuwa was dragged up, it was Fuxi's turn.
Fuxi walked beneath the hook and glanced at it, then leaped lightly into the air, pinched it between two fingers, and gave it several sharp downward tugs.
He thought there might be no need to bite the hook and was simply trying it out.
If the hook could not pull him up, it would not be too late to bite it afterward.
Unexpectedly, after just three or four tugs, the hook whisked him upward.
Everyone in the cave suddenly understood. All they had to do was grab the hook.
So the Eastern Emperor, Ying Lao, and the Heaven Defying Rat King followed suit, grabbing the hooks and letting themselves be dragged up.
The three Immortal Hunters did the same.
In the end, only the Wing King and the black-robed people remained.
The black-robed leader glanced at the Wing King, then said, "We'll go up too, but we'll leave eight people here to stand guard."
"No need. If you're going up, go together. I'll seal the cave," the Wing King said.
This cave was their only retreat, so the Wing King had to make preparations.
Although he had chosen to trust these members of the Night People Race, he still chose to rely on himself when it came to crucial matters.
The black-robed leader also understood that the Wing King's group could not possibly trust them completely. He readily said, "That would be excellent. I'll take all my people up with me!"
The black-robed people grabbed the hooks one after another, and only after swinging them vigorously were they dragged upward.
Once everyone had been pulled away by the hooks, the Wing King looked at the cave entrance, then gently spread his wings.
Whoosh...
Streams of emerald-green slurry flowed along the Wing