"Meng Qinxian, Nie Shang, Yi Heze, Yi Song, Shui Mo Dan, and Brother Qian have all arrived. The only ones left are Chen Yule, Huang Qingyun, Mo Nan, Li Xuanqiu, and Lu Qingjun."
Lin Bai sat atop the mountain, chatting with Qian Hen as the hot wind blew around them.
Qian Hen spoke while taking spiritual pills and miraculous medicines out of his Storage Bag.
He treated the spiritual pills and miraculous medicines almost like candy, popping them into his mouth one after another and swallowing them without the slightest hesitation.
Any outsider who saw this scene would have been utterly astonished, because nearly all the pills Qian Hen took were priceless healing pills currently sold on the market.
But Lin Bai had long since grown accustomed to it. As the moneybag of the entire Devil Realm, the Qian Family possessed an awe-inspiring foundation and wealth.
As the Qian Family's sole Holy Son, Qian Hen did not take a few mere pills seriously.
As he swallowed a large quantity of pills, the injuries on his body rapidly recovered before their very eyes. His pallid complexion gradually regained its healthy color, and his listless spirit once again brightened.
An hour later.
Dozens of figures flew across the sky above the volcanic region, shooting toward the central area at top speed. Only when they reached the vicinity of the giant volcano did they slow down.
"Miss Huang has arrived." Lin Bai had already opened his Asura Dharma Eyes and looked ahead, recognizing that this group consisted entirely of women wearing the Sacred Lotus Palace's disciple robes.
The person at the head was none other than Huang Qingyun.
Huang Qingyun's expression was exceptionally cold, her eyes icy. Her entire body radiated a sharp, chilling indifference, along with a murderous aura that kept others