At the Heavenly Star Sect, Yuan Qiong abruptly stood up after the call ended. Something was wrong. He hurried to find Elder Gong.
Who knew how much time had passed? On a barren planet, a stabbing pain jolted Lu Yin awake. He opened his eyes to a sky filled with raging winds that blotted out the sun. In the distance, a yellow tornado stretched beyond sight and slowly rolled toward him.
What was going on? How had he ended up here? Lu Yin's thoughts raced as he tried to piece things together.
Red stained the ground. Lu Yin looked down and saw blood flowing from his right leg. He was injured. That was where the stabbing pain had come from.
"Unbelievable," a cold, hoarse voice sounded from behind him.
Lu Yin remained prone, gazing at his bleeding right leg without moving. Someone was here. He had been contacting the Heavenly Star Sect through the starry sky and had just spoken to Yuan Qiong when he suddenly lost consciousness. An expert of the highest caliber had attacked him.
With his own strength, anyone capable of knocking him out without a sound had to possess at least eight hundred thousand combat power, perhaps even nine hundred thousand. Otherwise, they couldn't have done it. Although he couldn't defeat someone with over seven hundred thousand combat power, he could still fight back. Even against someone on Cang Zhou's level, he would have had a chance to resist. But this person behind him had left him no chance to retaliate. He didn't even know how he had been knocked unconscious.
Who was this person? The voice was unfamiliar.
"To possess the cultivation of the Enlightenment Realm, yet have a body tougher than those of ordinary Star Envoys with over six hundred thousand combat power.