"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"—
Four black-robed figures descended at the border of Underworld Continent. They were the group that had set out from Central Continent.
One of them reached out and took out a crystal bottle.
"Crack!"
The person clenched a hand slightly, crushing the crystal bottle. A single drop of scarlet blood floated in the air.
"Everything is connected; let the soul blood guide us!"
The cultivator shouted, forming a Hand Seal with his fingers. At once, the drop of blood turned into an arrow. It spun in the air a few times, then abruptly pointed east, toward Underworld Continent.
"Our target should be there!"
"Also, remember this well: we came at the Holy Clan's request to repay a debt. Whether we succeed or fail, we must never reveal our identities. Otherwise, we'll be doomed beyond redemption. I trust you all understand!"
The cultivator spoke in a grave voice.
The other three nodded slightly.
"Let's go!"
The four exchanged glances, then shot toward Witch God Sect as one.
Witch God Sect.
"What's going on? Why do I have such a bad feeling?" Li Yi, meditating in a pavilion, abruptly stood up. Frowning, he reviewed everything that had happened recently.
"Could the seven great powers be preparing to strike again? That doesn't make sense!"
No matter how he thought about it, Li Yi couldn't figure out what was wrong. He felt increasingly agitated and could no longer focus on cultivating. With a flash, he flew into the sky above Witch God Sect.
"Sect Master, what's wrong?"
Space rippled, and Sars and General appeared before Li Yi, asking in confusion.
"I don't know why, but I feel that something is going to happen tonight. I can't calm my mind," Li Yi said evenly, his brow slightly furrowed.
Sars and General immediately