Xiao Jiasheng and the others still could not be certain for the moment whether the departing Xian Race and humans had any connection to that unfamiliar Ninth-Order.
Now that they could not find the unfamiliar Ninth-Order, the Xian Race and humans who had suddenly left became the only clue. As long as they intercepted the Xian Race and humans, perhaps they could dig out some spider threads and horse tracks.
The unfamiliar Ninth-Order had not ambushed them in this territory. Could Fu Zhouxun and the others' deaths have been an accident?
Had the Xian Race and humans feared the Liang Clan's blame, and so fled with their entire races?
All kinds of guesses surfaced in the minds of Xiao Jiasheng and the other three. The one thing they never considered was that Fu Zhouxun and the others' deaths had been caused by the Xian Race or the humans.
The Xian Race's strength was decent, but only decent. They could not possibly have held back Fu Zhouxun, who was covered head to toe in treasures. As for the humans, their entire race had only one Eighth-Order, making it even more impossible.
Tens of millions of miles away, A Leaf Spirit Boat was fleeing at its fastest speed. The Eighth-Order members of the Xian Race on the boat wore grave expressions and looked now and then toward the black shield ahead. Chen Fei had already been regulating his breath for a while, but they did not know how much longer he needed.
All of a sudden, a feeling of terror appeared in the hearts of every Creation Realm member of the Xian Race. The sensation that they would be destroyed in the very next moment shook violently within their divine souls.
The Eighth-Order members of the Xian Race looked at one another,