The temporary headquarters of the Water Origin Spirit Race's main branch had been built on a greenstone platform floating above a sea of clouds.
Spiritual Energy shimmered through the air, and cranes danced overhead.
But Kui Bing's mood was dark enough to wring water from.
He sat in the seat of honor, his face livid and his knuckles faintly white from clenching them so hard.
He had clearly won the great battle, yet the fruits of victory were now in the hands of that bastard Flame Venerable.
Whenever he pictured Flame Venerable's smug face, the fury in his chest surged beyond control.
Bang!
The white jade table before him silently crumbled into dust.
The clansmen standing nearby held their breath, not daring even to breathe too loudly.
Just then, the azure communication jade at Kui Bing's waist began to tremble violently without warning.
A brilliant red light flared from it.
It was the clan's highest-level emergency transmission.
Kui Bing's brows knotted together, and a foreboding crept into his heart.
He sent a wisp of Spiritual Sense into it.
The next moment, an old and furious voice exploded in his sea of consciousness like a thunderclap.
"Kui Bing!"
"Xuanming and Fuhai's Soul Lamps have gone out!"
"Speak! What happened?"
Kui Bing's pupils suddenly contracted.
His whole body froze in place.
Xuanming and Fuhai... were dead?
How could that be!
The Old Ancestor's voice continued to roar, its authority beyond question.
"Did those Demon Gods from the Abyss Ruins do it?"
"Didn't I give you a trump card containing the full force of my attack?
How did we still suffer such heavy losses?"
"Two Prodigies with eighth-grade Dao Fruits—how could they have died under your watch? What punishment do you deserve?"
Kui Bing's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
But he