"Ancestor Witch of Rain, Xuan Ming is a gloomy brute. He is nothing to worry about. Since even Ju Mang suffered a setback at your hands, I certainly do not wish to see you get killed by him."
Though Di Jiang said so, Ye Tian did not dare think that way.
In Di Jiang's eyes, the other members of the Twelve Ancestral Shamans were probably no more than ants. Yet even the weakest among them was not someone Ye Tian could face alone at present.
If he let down his guard, what awaited him would be either failure or death. Only by proceeding with the utmost caution would he stand a chance.
"Now, I will open a Spatial Black Hole leading to the Ancestor Witch of Rain. Shadow Slave's mind is linked to mine, and I will sense everything it senses. Thus, if you are in danger, I will save you once—but only once. I have no need for useless trash that fails time and again as a partner."
Di Jiang spoke harshly and without mercy.
"I will not need even one such chance."
Ye Tian answered calmly.
"Good."
Di Jiang nodded. With a point into the void, a black hole gradually emerged before Ye Tian and continued expanding, until it slowly grew to Ye Tian's height. It was more than twice as large as the black hole the black shadow had torn open before.
"Enter it, and your next step will take you directly near Xuan Ming's territory. I cannot send you straight into his range of perception. As for his exact hiding place, you must find it yourself."
"I understand."
As Ye Tian spoke, he stepped directly into it.
He wanted to leave this place. That conviction was incomparably firm!
After three breaths, once Ye Tian's figure had