Zhu Tong had indeed escaped. Taking advantage of the explosions of the blood sphere and the blood-colored Divine Sword, he had successfully fled.
However, not only had he suffered a severe loss of vital energy, he had also sustained grave injuries, his entire body drenched in blood.
After escaping the Profound Iron Mine, he did not dare linger for even an instant and hurried toward Black Mountain Fortress.
"I finally picked up my life!"
Zhu Tong sighed with emotion. Though his vital energy had been greatly depleted and he was badly injured, he had at least kept his life.
When he thought of how Huo Yi, Zhu Ming, Jin Lu, and the others had all died miserably, while Su Mo had been captured and only he had escaped, he could not help feeling fortunate.
"Why would the Witch Tribe help the Blood Eyed Tribe?" Zhu Tong was deeply puzzled. Those two Witch Tribe members had been far too powerful.
The middle-aged Witch Tribe man at the Martial Venerable Realm, Ninth Layer, was one thing—after all, he was a Ninth Layer Martial Venerable—but that young man's cultivation was lower than his, yet his strength did not seem inferior to his at all.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
As Zhu Tong pondered, sharp sounds of air being torn apart came from ahead. He looked up and saw a group of people speeding toward him.
What a pity they came too late!
Zhu Tong sighed inwardly. This group was none other than the Second Princess, Zhu Long, Jin Tai, Ren Tianya, and the others.
All the top experts of Black Mountain Fortress had arrived.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, the Second Princess and the others arrived before Zhu Tong and stopped one after another.
"Zhu Tong, what happened?" the Second Princess asked first. Her