Above the Central Area of the Five Extremes Secret Realm, three streaks of light were speeding through the air when they came upon a swarm of blood mosquitoes entangled with a group of Flying Rock Monkeys.
At once, one of the streaks of light came to a halt, revealing a somewhat plump figure.
With merely a casual grab of his hand, dark yellow mud seeped from the seven orifices of those Flying Rock Monkeys, and they tumbled from the sky one after another.
After this shocking change, the blood mosquitoes immediately regrouped from their scattered flight and flew straight ahead without looking back.
"Fellow Daoist Fang, we do not have much time to waste. These blood mosquitoes' lives are of no concern even to Fellow Daoist Mo himself, so why did you have to intervene?"
A skinny old Daoist had also stopped his flight and asked in great confusion.
It turned out that these three were Fang Le and his companions.
After parting ways with Luo Hong and the others, they had first gone to a Fierce Beast Forbidden Area, only to discover that someone had beaten them to it. They were now on their way to the next one.
"Fellow Daoist Huang, that is not quite right. Although we suffered quite a loss this time, in the long run, it may not be a bad thing. The Mu Family was already quite powerful, and now they suddenly have two Golden Immortal cultivators. They will surely gain an even greater voice in Azure Stream Palace. Since we have formed this connection with them, it may prove greatly useful in the future!"
Zhuang Yuan'ao had seen through Fang Le's thoughts and knew that he wanted to form as much goodwill with Mo Bufan as possible.
"The future is too far away.