The moment he breathed in the long-lost scent of freedom, Little Turtle was clearly overjoyed. And with that joy came a promise that benefited everyone who had rushed out with him.
Before the others could even celebrate, they saw the spiritual energy of the surrounding world rush into Little Turtle's body at a terrifying speed. His aura surged wildly.
"All right, I'll be on my way. When you reach the Northern Underworld Sea, if you want to find me, just give them my name: Mysterious Turtle Ancestor."
After absorbing some of the spiritual energy, Little Turtle clearly had no desire to get involved in anything else. With a flash, he vanished into the distance.
But as Little Turtle's overwhelming aura spread, the Demon Race fell into chaos.
The ancient powerhouses of every Demon Race clan sensed it and came rushing over like madmen.
"Oh no. With Mysterious Turtle Ancestor making such a scene, we've been exposed."
Now that Mysterious Turtle Ancestor had left, the spiritual energy around them had been drained. Jin Shanshan immediately realized something was wrong.
They'd only just gotten out—what if they were locked up again?
They had escaped this time, but the people on the tenth level clearly weren't easy to deal with. They might have granted the giant sword one favor, but it was anyone's guess whether they'd do so again.
Thinking this, Jin Shanshan hurriedly said to Bi Fan, "Big Brother Bi Fan, we need to leave too. If we're late and those old monsters from the Demon Race surround us here, we'll be in danger."
Bi Fan agreed. He nodded and said, "You're right. Let's go. We'll head to the Golden Crow Clan's territory first."
Once Bi Fan had made up his mind, their group flew toward the Fusang Mountain Range, where the