Outside Star Luo City.
A pitch-black rift in space tore open a passage by sheer force.
A hundred figures stumbled out.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong gasped for breath, his chest heaving.
His already tall, thin frame was hunched even further, and cold sweat had soaked through his back.
To reach Star Luo City as quickly as possible,
he had driven his spatial power without reserve, carrying the sect's core disciples across ten thousand miles.
The effort had drained his Soul Power dry.
Ning Fengzhi caught the swaying Gu Rong, his eyes full of anguish.
"Uncle Bone, thank you for your effort."
Ning Fengzhi's voice was hoarse. "If you hadn't had to escort me and these elite disciples, you never would have exhausted yourself like this."
Gu Rong stretched his withered lips into a smile uglier than a grimace and waved him off.
"Sect Master, what's the point of saying that?"
"As long as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect still has a spark left, what does a little exhaustion matter to these old bones? Everything is for the sect!"
Ning Fengzhi looked toward the towering walls of Star Luo City in the distance.
He was about to enter the city and meet the Star Luo Emperor to discuss their life-or-death struggle against Spirit Hall.
Yet for some reason, his heart would not stop pounding.
An ominous premonition hung over him, impossible to shake.
Gu Rong looked back toward the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. "Old Sword Guy... Please, don't let anything happen to you."
Their view crossed the boundless sea.
On Sea God Island, before the Sea Horse Sacred Pillar.
Tang San and the Shrek group stood straight-backed before Sea Horse Douluo.
"Senior, we crossed the ocean to seek a breakthrough. Please allow us to take part in Sea