The flying vessels tore through the sky.
They moved extremely fast, closing in on the skies above the entrance to Azure Firmament Grotto in just a few breaths.
At the sight of the unfamiliar flying vessels appearing on the horizon, Long Zhi and Chen Zheng tensed all over, staring up in alarm and uncertainty.
The Azure Firmament Hermit had only just died, and the demons throughout the mountain had been slaughtered to the last.
Now, at a time like this, so many flying vessels had suddenly appeared.
Could it be...
The mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it?
The moment that thought surfaced,
Long Zhi and Chen Zheng exchanged a glance.
Both saw the gravity and unease in the other's eyes.
In the Outer Lands, looting a house while it burned was all too common. Once a faction fell, the jackals, wolves, tigers, and leopards nearby would stir at the news.
Worse still, a faint aura of the wandering void sea realm emanated from the leading vessel!
Sensing that aura, both silently lamented their plight.
What rotten luck.
They could have come at any other time, but they had to come now...
If Wang Changyuan were still here, they would at least have a wandering void sea cultivator to hold the line.
Yet he had barely left before these people arrived on his heels.
How could the two of them possibly contend with someone in the wandering void sea realm?
The flying vessels slowly descended, hovering before the ruined great hall.
Noticing the two below braced as though facing a formidable enemy, Palace Fourth Sister recalled Jiang Yuechu's earlier instructions. She hurried out of the vessel and cupped her hands toward them from afar. "May I ask if you are Fellow Daoist Long and Fellow Daoist Chen?"