Ancient Treasure, Tide-Calming Cloud-Swallowing Bracer

The group rode Zhao Lingyun's floating palace through the sky, coming to a steady stop above the Myriad Phenomena Heavenly Sect.

They looked down.

Wisps of Black Mist rose from the ground—one here, one there—scattered sparsely across the area.

A faint breeze swept over, carrying a thin scent of blood.

After watching for a moment, Yun Zexuan spoke. "Not many Alien Race members came, and they're spread out."

"Looks like they really are searching for something."

"Who cares what they're looking for?" Chu Wujiu crossed his arms and snorted. "Just kill every last one of them!"

"I'm going first. Do as you please."

Before he had even finished speaking, he plunged stiffly from the floating palace, diving headfirst toward the fiercest battle below.

"Hey, hey, hey, Chu Wujiu! Don't you dare jump the gun!"

With a whistle, a Nine-Flame Golden Crow soared up from beneath the floating palace.

Yan Wujin landed on the bird's back and likewise charged downward, afraid of falling behind.

Chu Wujiu looked up in midair and burst into laughter.

"I'm jumping the gun. So what?"

"Let's see who kills more Alien Race members!"

Yan Wujin's interest was immediately piqued.

"You can't beat me!"

"Hah, then let's try it!"

Seeing this, Ji Wuchen leaned over and shouted down.

"Don't forget the Black Mist! End this quickly!"

After shouting, he had no idea whether those two had heard him. He could only shake his head helplessly.

Zhao Lingyun strolled over and patted his shoulder.

"Why waste your breath on two fools? Save your strength."

Then he turned to Qin Wangchuan and the others.

"So, what do we do?"

Qin Wangchuan locked onto a group of Alien Race members below and watched them for a while.

These Alien Race members were not particularly strong. Most had only barely reached