Wang Xu God's change lasted only an instant. While Mist Ancestor was still wary, she smiled again, and the chill seemed like an illusion. "I'm leaving. We'll talk next time we meet. You'll definitely join the Eternal Clan, heh heh." With that, she vanished.
Mist Ancestor stared blankly as Wang Xu God disappeared, her face flushed. She'd actually been frightened. Unbelievable—she'd actually been frightened! She was one of the Nine Mountains Eight Seas, Mist Ancestor. And that little girl? That traitor had actually dared to call her a little girl?
Anger welled up inside Mist Ancestor. She clenched her fists, wishing she could chase Wang Xu God all the way to the Eternal Clan.
Aside from Mist Ancestor, no one had heard what Wang Xu God had just said. Lu Yin hadn't heard it either.
He stepped into the starry sky and came to Mist Ancestor's side. "Thank you for saving me, senior."
Mist Ancestor glared at him. "Don't call me senior. Go play somewhere else." She returned to the Dominion Realm, deeply annoyed, leaving Lu Yin completely bewildered. Had he offended Mist Ancestor?
Wang Xu God's attack had lasted only a short while from start to finish—at least, that was how long the Dominion Realm had to react. Aside from Lu Yin and Kuang Yan being injured and Prison Dragon taking a couple of hits, there had been no losses.
The Half-Ancestors at the other three formation bases had only been briefly disoriented.
That continent had disoriented not only humans, but also the Corpse Kings. Otherwise, the losses just now would have been much greater.
Lu Yin looked calmly at the gravely injured Kuang Yan. He was still alive, but his wounds were so severe that he wouldn't recover without several months of rest. He still hadn't regained