"Wu Meng Clan, you're still as faithless as ever. We were having a perfectly good game with you, and even that you can go back on. Truly, one can't place too many hopes in you!"
A voice came from the direction of the Xuan Clan, its tone filled with mockery.
"You use my clansman as a stake, and you have the nerve to call this a game?" Another cold voice came from the Wu Meng Clan's side.
"So because of that, you can ignore the rules we just agreed on? Just like back then, when your Wu Meng Clan stabbed our Xuan Clan in the back—you had plenty of reasons then too, didn't you?"
Loud laughter rang out, the ridicule in those words growing even thicker.
"That was a matter of the past. Now our Wu Meng Clan has already taken the initiative to withdraw to this remote Black Stone Domain. What more do you want?"
"What do we want? You'll know soon enough!"
The voices on both sides vanished. Only the colliding power above the firmament continued to rise, as though it meant to reforge heaven and earth across this entire region.
Tu Ying of the Xuan Clan glanced at Wu Han, then retreated, flying back in the direction from which she had come.
"Chase them! Not one is allowed to get away!"
Seeing Tu Ying leave, Wu Han turned and swept her gaze across the surrounding Dao Fusion Realm cultivators, giving the order in a stern voice. Then she charged out first, wanting to rescue Wu He from Tu Ying's hands.
A hundred li away, Chen Fei saw Wu Han's gaze. His brows furrowed slightly, but in the end, he still flew after them.
Right now, there were still many Wu Meng Clan Dao Fusion Realm cultivators watching