The Wu Ling Clan

"Hmm!?"

The bald man looked over and met Yi Yun's eyes.

At first glance, he examined Yi Yun's clothes, but Yi Yun was dressed plainly, and there was no way to tell his identity from his attire.

The bald man's expression slowly darkened. "Brother, I don't know which faction you belong to. The living creature that just entered this grand formation is the treasure we have been painstakingly pursuing. Please return it."

Yi Yun did not reply. He was somewhat astonished. He had not been surprised that this grand formation could be activated. After all, there should be plenty of opportunities in the Ancient Ruins Realm. If the formation could not be activated, how could anyone explore it?

What he had not expected was that he had merely wanted to save that little snake, yet the grand formation had opened according to his will.

He had never imagined that the formation of the Nine Li Witch Kingdom would possess such spirituality.

Seeing that Yi Yun did not answer, killing intent surged in the bald man's heart. If this brat had not interfered, they would have already succeeded. Yet now, he had no way to do anything. He knew all too well that a grand formation laid down by a faction with its own territory in the Ancient Ruins Realm was not something he could break through.

If not for the formation blocking them, he would have charged in long ago and killed Yi Yun inside.

Just then, the Seven-Colored Small Snake flew toward Yi Yun. It circled once above his head before lightly landing on his shoulder.

Looking at the Seven-Colored Small Snake, Yi Yun sensed an intimate connection between his blood and qi and the little snake. His gaze involuntarily fell on the snake's tiny head. There was a