The Dragon Venerable's decree branded itself deep into Old Ancestor Fentian's soul like tangible shackles of Law.
In the deepest recesses of his crimson pupils, a nearly cruel, icy smile flashed past. He said nothing more.
The boiling magma beneath his feet silently surged upward, rolling violently like the gaping maw of an Abyss and instantly swallowing his figure.
Only wisps of white smoke from extinguished flames remained where he had stood, along with killing intent hanging in the air, heavier and more piercing than the magma itself.
The shadow formed by the Shadow Lizard Demon Lord silently split open, and a gray line darker than the void followed in the direction Fentian had vanished, slipping quietly into a tiny spatial rift.
The Trapping Formation Battalion—the Imperial Court's true fangs and claws, meant to bite down and shatter any threat to the core plan—had left its nest.
After the grand banquet ended.
Within Cracked Stone City, the atmosphere inside the command post temporarily established in Human Race-occupied territory had already congealed.
A massive terrain sand table occupied the center. The three regions representing the Desolate Silent Sand Sea, Thousand Streams Ravine, and Chaotic Swamp had been specially marked in glaring dark red.
Hong Yue Dao Venerable, who oversaw this place, looked at Jiang Shu, whose green robes were slightly damaged, and spoke in a grave voice.
"Tai Xuan Dao Venerable, this great victory was entirely due to your turning the tide. We had no time before, but now that I have finally met you, I thank you on behalf of all the soldiers."
Jiang Shu waved his hand with a smile. "We are all of the Human Race. What is there to thank me for?"
"Hong Yue Dao Venerable, why not tell me about the current situation in those