Trash Place

"No!"

"If two-thirds of the territory is gone, then the Nine Realms can no longer be called the Nine Realms," Elder Zhen said with a grim face.

"You will change your minds."

Bai Jun smiled faintly. The Nine Realms Pass in his hand turned to ash, and with another sweep of his palm, he unleashed a force.

Elder Zhen and the others aboard the spirit vessel immediately felt an irresistible force pushing them off the vessel.

After they landed, a voice transmission followed in their minds.

"I'll be waiting for you to come find me next time!"

The voice brimmed with overwhelming confidence.

"Damn it!"

Chen Xian and the others looked grim, their fists clenched tight, their faces full of unwillingness.

"Elder Zhen, what should we do?"

Xiong Tian could not help asking.

"Let's return to the alliance headquarters first and discuss it there!"

Looking utterly weary, Elder Zhen led the dejected crowd away...

Shadow Island.

Yi Feng, who slept by day and moved by night, had no mind to concern himself with anything else.

So in the courtyard,

a jar of medicinal wine sat soaking on the windowsill, ignored all this time.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Four heads poked out through the crack in the door.

"Baba baba baba..."

Inside the wine jar, Skeleton Head's jaws opened and closed, brimming with excitement.

At the sight, the four fellows quietly slipped out through the door.

"Shh!"

Dog raised a paw and shot a look at those behind him.

The others nodded and followed Dog over to the wine jar.

"What do we do, Brother Dog?"

Night Wind Centipede whispered.

"We have to find a way to rescue big brother from inside the wine jar!" Dog said gravely.

"Then what way should we think of?"

Night Wind Centipede could not help