Half an hour later, Sister Zhen, that money-grubbing miser, finally returned.
"Master, we struck it rich this time. Do you know what I—"
Before she could finish, Su Fan waved his hand and cut her off.
"Hurry up and scram. It's time for us to leave..."
After being scolded, Sister Zhen stuck out her tongue, then transformed into a mass of Ghostly Shadow and returned to the Portable Secret Realm.
Su Fan turned around and glanced once more in the direction of the several Devil Race old monsters, then waved at the Yaksha.
Only after watching his figure vanish into the pitch-black night did Azure Su Heavenly Venerate and the others come beneath that Ossuary of Human Skulls.
They raised their heads and glanced at the Ossuary of Human Skulls, which exuded a gloomy, sinister aura. Even though all of them came from the Devil Race, they could not help sucking in a cold breath.
They had heard before that this Little Demon had sacrificed more than ten million Celestial Race cultivators alive.
When they first heard the news, they had not believed it either.
It was only after seeing the Ossuary of Human Skulls with their own eyes that they finally believed the matter completely.
Actually, how could ordinary Celestial Race cultivators from over ten million Lesser Worlds possibly compare with tens of thousands of cultivators above the Deity Transformation Stage from various middle worlds?
Azure Su Heavenly Venerate took out the Communication Formation Disk from his Storage Ring and sent a message to Venerable Jikong, recounting everything that had just happened here in full.
After a while, Venerable Jikong replied.
"As for the Celestial Race and that boy, we must not get involved. You can try contacting him, but do your best not to make it public..."
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