Seeing that the Devil Race man still refused to speak, Wenlong laughed again. "Hehe, you're at the sixth level of the Infinite Realm, yet you're still this pathetic."
The Devil Race man seethed, inwardly cursing him. With your cultivation, if your thunderbolt weren't suppressing me, you couldn't withstand even one palm strike.
At another's mercy, he could only remain silent. As he considered how to escape, another blast of scorching flames came hurtling toward him.
Panic gripped him. He was about to activate the Devil Race's secret art, the Blood Escape Technique. Even if it cost him some cultivation, he had to escape first.
Before he could use the Blood Escape Technique, two black-clad men rushed over and restrained him, leaving him wanting to cry but unable to shed a tear.
Wenlong paid no heed to his plight and forcibly dragged the Devil Race man's soul into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.
The same routine worked again, and the Devil Race man obediently submitted. Who could endure having their soul roasted by Fire Spirit?
Whether he liked it or not, he became Guardian Number Fourteen of the Huaxia Alliance. Their expedition team had gained another member.
Wenlong also issued him a mask and a black coat that sealed his devilish energy inside his body.
After probing this Hanging Mountain with his mental power, Wenlong found no other treasures. Perhaps Number Fourteen had already collected them. He did not dwell on it.
The four boarded the Flying Saucer and set off again. Countless unexplored Hanging Mountains lay ahead, with countless treasures awaiting discovery.
From aboard the Flying Saucer, they spotted immortal cranes dancing through the air above another Hanging Mountain, while immortal deer strolled leisurely across its grasslands.
*Hehe, catching some immortal beasts to keep on my own Hanging Mountain would