The Formation Teleportation Gate
On the second day of Bi Fan and his group's hurried journey, they finally spotted a nine-story tower standing in the distance ahead.
A somewhat familiar aura washed over them. It was the aura of the Golden Crow Great Emperor, ancestor of the Golden Crow Clan.
Jin Shanshan's eyes lit up as he stared at it. Unable to contain his excitement, he tugged at Bi Fan's arm. "Big brother! It really is the Heaven and Earth Treasure Pagoda! It's appeared!"
Bi Fan nodded with a wry smile. "If it hadn't appeared, we'd be in trouble. So many people would've made this journey for nothing."
"It seems the Demon Race and quite a few human sects have arrived too." Shang Chenzong had evidently spotted members of the Great Peng Race and Kirin Clan amid the vast sea of people, and his voice sank.
In an instant, every member of the Nine-Headed Snake Race wore a grim expression, hatred burning in their eyes. They would never forget the blood feud—the slaughter that had wiped out their clansmen!
Bi Fan knew how heavy their hearts were, so he gently reassured them. "There's no need to rush. A gentleman can wait ten years to take revenge."
"Whether here in the Desolate Plains or later, once we leave and the Demon Race's clans are at odds again, the Great Peng Race and Kirin Clan will pay for the blood they've spilled with their lives!"
Shang Chenzong drew a deep breath and managed to force a faint smile. He nodded. "Yes. Thank you for the reminder, big brother."
He needed someone to step forward and say this now. Otherwise, he might not have been able to stop himself from leading the survivors straight over to fight them. But clearly, that would have