Jiang Ding hid in the Nether Void beyond the Flower Vine Minor Realm, watching the situation unfold through numerous prepared blood puppets, allowing the nether gale beyond the world to wear away at his mana.
I could probably hold out for a hundred and twenty years. If I brought a large amount of spirit stones, three hundred years at most.
I still don't possess the ability to survive beyond a realm.
Jiang Ding sighed softly.
Remaining outside a minor world for too long meant walking toward death for him. He was still far too fragile.
Buzz!
Blood River King's storage artifact was one of his own ribs. It now began to vibrate of its own accord, spiritual light flickering around it. Then an ancient, weathered dark-green bamboo slip flew out on its own, without receiving any permission from its owner.
Jiang Ding's gaze flickered, but he was not surprised.
The blood-red shield around his body swelled outward, concealing the ancient bamboo slip within it.
The bamboo slip unfolded into a screen of light displaying the layout of an imperial palace. Judging by its surroundings, it appeared to be Deep Abyss Palace in the Blackwater Minor Realm, which lay beyond the Flowercloud Minor Realm.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Blood River King, well done!"
Flameflow Imperial Heir sat upon his throne, laughing wildly in immense satisfaction. "I have long found the Demon Vine Three Families displeasing. They are this clan's sworn enemies. I had always wanted to find an opportunity to wipe them out, but they were too cautious, and Father would not agree, so nothing came of it."
"And now, they actually dared to defect to the enemy first!"
"They have chosen the road to death!"
Flameflow Imperial Heir said hatefully.
He had always harbored a grudge against the many imperial clan