Demon Burial Star, inside a gloomy, sinister palace.
Mo Yunzi and the other Mahayana cultivators had gathered there, their expressions grave.
Mo Yunzi held a black Transmission Mirror in his hand, his brows furrowed.
"The Howling Sound Rats couldn't stop them. They probably suffered plenty of casualties too. I expended considerable effort to gather hundreds of millions of Howling Sound Rats in the space near Demon Burial Star," Mo Yunzi said slowly, his brows still furrowed.
"The hundreds of millions of Howling Sound Rats joined forces. They must have suffered plenty of casualties getting through. Fellow Daoist Mo, didn't your informant tell you the exact extent of the human race's losses? If we know their losses, we can make our next arrangements," Blood Ancestor said with a frown.
"Everything is under my control. There's no need to worry, Fellow Daoist Blood. You may all go and prepare. I estimate it won't be long before Shi Yue and the others come knocking." Mo Yunzi's expression was grave, his face filled with murderous intent.
Blood Ancestor and the others readily agreed and left one after another.
Half a month later, in a pitch-black stretch of space, five Star Domain Treasure Ships floated among the stars. Shi Yue, Ye Tianlong, Yang Longfei, and the other Mahayana cultivators stood on the deck of the Immortal Herb Ship, their expressions grave as they gazed into the void ahead.
The Taiyi Spirit Seeking Arrow burst into dazzling light, flickering incessantly as if it had found its target.
"It indicates that Mo Yunzi is right ahead. It seems Demon Burial Star is there too," Shi Yue said gravely.
"Excellent! This time, we absolutely can't let Mo Yunzi escape!" Ye Tianlong said excitedly, his face full of murderous intent.
Yang Longfei considered this for a moment before