Hun Feng had vanished as if he had left the Heavenly Tomb. No matter how Xiao Jin scanned with his soul, he couldn't detect the other man's whereabouts.
With no other choice, Xiao Jin sat cross-legged on the ground and tried to use Heavenly Flames to repair the wounds on the South Dragon King's abdomen.
Xiao Yan wasn't in a hurry either. He knew which matters were more important.
Everyone could remain inside the Heavenly Tomb for three years. There was no need to rush into finding Ancestor Xiao Xuan.
The Soul Clan clearly had a deeper conspiracy in the works. If they failed to uncover it, it might bring about an even greater disaster.
Xun Er knelt beside Xiao Jin, staring absently at the Heavenly Flames in his hands.
That meant the responsibility of caring for Huo Zhi naturally fell to Xiao Yan.
Left with no choice, Xiao Yan took two pills from his Storage Ring and stuffed them into Huo Zhi's mouth.
The moment the pills entered her mouth, Huo Zhi, who had been unconscious, slightly furrowed her brows. A trace of pain also appeared on her snow-white face.
Time passed second by second. About a quarter of an hour later, a figure suddenly appeared before them.
The North Dragon King had returned, carrying four people at once.
"Bang! Bang bang bang!" After four consecutive dull thuds, the bodies of Gu Zhen and the other three were heavily thrown onto the ground.
The corner of Xiao Jin's mouth twitched involuntarily.
The situation had been urgent at the time. He had ordered the North Dragon King and West Dragon King to find the people from the Ancient Clan and bring them back at all costs.
If they refused to cooperate, they were to knock them unconscious and bring them