The Round-Bellied Fatso

Wen Bin's lips trembled slightly as he struggled to digest the news, which had crashed over him like a raging sea.

"Brother Li, this Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Beast is far too terrifying. If the Heavenly Net Dao Sect really controls it, the entire sea region will be laid waste. They've mastered Gate of Space technology. If they send the Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Beast to all the major bustling places, the consequences..."

He didn't dare think any further. Beads of sweat had already broken out across his forehead.

"Exactly. The Heavenly Net Dao Sect has always been ambitious. With such a breakthrough in technology, they certainly won't be content to remain in their own corner."

Li Yunjing's expression was grave, and a trace of worry flashed in his eyes. "If they use Gate of Space to send the Nine Nether Soul-Devouring Beast to every continent, then with its terrifying destructive power, everywhere it goes—whether it's an immortal sect or a mortal town—will become a living hell in an instant."

"Damn it! They're completely insane!"

In the end, even Li Yunjing lost his composure and couldn't help cursing.

"What should we do, then? Can the Divine Firmament Dao Sect stand against them?"

Wen Bin asked urgently, his eyes full of worry over the unknown threat.

"On its own, the Divine Firmament Dao Sect may have a hard time standing against the Heavenly Net Dao Sect, now that they possess such terrifying means."

Li Yunjing pondered for a moment, then said slowly, "But we can't just sit here and wait to die. Once we return to the sect, we must inform the Sect Leader at once and mobilize the entire sect to work out a countermeasure."

Li Yunjing was holding something back. The Divine Firmament Dao Sect was incredibly powerful; it could fight