After hearing Mo Jiangxiao's words, Tong Zhan burst into laughter. "You failed to invade the Outer Universe, and you still dare to run your mouths? So many experts from the Burning Blood Domain died, and even Old Ancestor Mo Jiang is dead. What a pity. If Ancestor Di had died too, that would have been satisfying. Hahahaha!"
Many people looked displeased at those words.
Just then, someone entered. Hearing what had been said, he leaped into the air. "Tong Zhan, come out and face your death!"
"It's Di Luo! He's finally here!" The person beside Lu Yin was excited.
Di Luo? Lu Yin looked over, frowning. He hadn't seen this person during the Burning Blood Domain's campaign to invade the Outer Universe. Either he hadn't taken part in that battle, or he'd attacked another region of the rock and they hadn't crossed paths.
If nothing else, this person should be on the same level as Qiuhan Qing. However, he had imprinted the Cosmos Imprinter, while Qiuhan Qing had imprinted the Universe Imprinter. That was one difference between them.
Di Luo's arrival drew Tong Zhan and Little White Silkworm into the open. The two stood atop the cauldron. One looked haughty; the other had no eyes.
Lu Yin stared wide-eyed at the person beside Tong Zhan. He really had no eyes. It wasn't that he was blind—the organs themselves were missing. The area on either side of his nose was completely flat. What the hell was that?
Right, that person had just mentioned the Eyeless Clan. Taken literally, they really had no eyes. Could it be something in their bloodline?
"Tong Zhan, you dared insult Ancestor Di. Die!" A pair of wings shaped like a flying bird appeared behind Di Luo, and he shot toward Tong Zhan. The phantom of Ancestor