A quarter of an hour earlier, in the Blackstone Great Rift, a pitch-black fissure appeared out of thin air like a bolt of lightning in the depths of the valley.
It was a Void Rift connecting to the Otherworld. As it opened, it was as though an immense giant had opened its eye, unleashing a chilling gleam in the darkness.
A seven-colored rainbow radiance surged out, carrying the auras of metal, wood, water, fire, and earth, along with the two paths of yin and yang. It formed an enormous pillar of light that shot straight into the clouds.
The next moment, the world gate connecting the two realms expanded, and several figures tumbled out in some disarray.
These figures were divided into two sides. On one side was Ye Tianming, alone.
His fitted black robes had been shredded, leaving his upper body bare. His hair streamed in the air, and he looked somewhat bedraggled, yet his imposing aura was no weaker than usual. An enormous, smoke-like dark shadow followed closely behind him, like a cloud dragon coiling through the void.
On the other side were Wang Ran and Ding Yuanlong, who had already assumed their bloodline forms.
Both radiated intense light, their spirit essence surging and their auras oppressive. They remained on guard, poised for battle.
Fang Ming stood to one side, clutching his severed left arm, his face contorted with pain.
Ye Tianming had cut off his arm inside, and blood was still streaming from the wound.
Sun Jixing had not appeared at all. It seemed he had already perished within the cave abode.
"Don't get tangled up with him. Let's go."
Casting a wary glance at Ye Tianming, Fang Ming spoke gravely to Wang Ran and Ding Yuanlong.
As he spoke, he backed away, immediately finding the route