Deep within the old Nine Nether water vein, a black spatial rift silently opened.
When Xiao Fan stepped out of the rift with Zi Yan, Medusa, Xiao Yi Xian, and Hei Qing, the air around them was damp and bone-chilling. The snake-scale rock walls still carried the distinctive cold aura of the Nine Nether Deep Earth Python Tribe.
The moment they landed, Yao Ming appeared at the end of the water vein.
He glanced at Xiao Fan, then at Zi Yan behind Hei Qing, before finally letting his gaze fall on the Storage Ring in Xiao Fan's hand.
Although Xiao Fan had used Colorless Fire to seal the aura of the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit, Yao Ming was already a Dou Saint and shared a soul contract with Xiao Fan. Naturally, he could vaguely guess the outcome.
"Did you get it?"
Xiao Fan nodded.
"I got it."
Yao Ming fell silent for a moment, his expression somewhat complicated.
"The Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan has gone mad."
Zi Yan poked her head out and whispered, "They were fierce to begin with."
Yao Ming glanced at her and could not help smiling.
"That's true."
Then he looked back at Xiao Fan.
"Jiu Feng sent word that the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan is sealing off several ancient routes through the Beast Region. You moved quickly enough. Otherwise, if you had delayed any longer, I'm afraid it would not have been Jiu Feng alone who caught up to you."
Xiao Fan was not surprised.
The Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan had lost the Dragon-Phoenix Origin Fruit and had been caught completely off guard by the Great Desolation Heavenly Imprisoning Finger left behind by the Dou Saint's remains. They would never swallow this humiliation so easily.
"Have the false trails been laid?"
Yao Ming replied calmly, "Three