On an island roughly forty thousand li from Crouching Ox Island.
A slaughter had just ended.
Severed limbs lay scattered everywhere, and blood had dyed the entire stretch of sea red.
Thud!
Before the mine entrance, a woman with eagle talons for legs and wings on her back tossed down the corpse clutched in her claws.
The corpse's eyes were wide open, and a faint smile of having succeeded still lingered on its face. It was none other than Zhao Hu.
"A few Xiantian Lifeforms thought they could escape through the mine tunnel? Hmph." The eagle-footed woman swept a cold glance over the corpse on the ground.
It had been this fellow who had risked his life to hold her back, allowing the few leading Xiantian Lifeforms to flee alive into the mine.
Just as she was about to enter the tunnel and pursue them, an indifferent voice came.
"Yi Li, no need to chase them. They're just a few little shrimps. Strip the armor from every Xiantian Lifeform, then we'll immediately head to the next Origin Stone vein."
"Yes, Great Chief." Yi Li cast the mine entrance a resentful look. She was still unwilling to let go of the red-haired man who had killed so many of her subordinates without tearing him apart with her own hands.
But in Niehai Gorge, the Great Chief's words were heaven. Everyone had to obey.
"The second brother's side should be wrapping up as well."
Atop the island's tallest peak stood a burly man.
Like Ao Rui, his body was covered in azure scales. The only difference was that the two horns on his forehead curved like hooks.
This was Ao Rui's elder brother, the Great Chief of Niehai Gorge, Ao Jian—a top cultivator whose qi refinement and body refinement had both reached