Candle Dragon fled into the distance in panic. Yun Tian lingered no longer, taking Yu Yan's hand and turning to leave.
The Netherworld Controller stood where he was, gazing at the Extreme Cold Ice Spikes that had yet to melt on the ground. His fingers tightened slightly, his voice thick with suppressed anger and lingering fear. "Damn it! We should have spared no effort to kill him back then. Now, even if all six of us join forces, we might no longer be his match."
A special envoy beside him replied quietly, "Fortunately, he doesn't know our true reserves. Besides..."
His words broke off, but everyone present understood-this time, they had only driven Candle Dragon away thanks to Yun Tian and Yu Yan's help.
The Netherworld Controller drew a deep breath and suppressed his frustration. "Enough. Our most pressing concern is to recover the strength we've expended as soon as possible."
"Yes."
Everyone answered in unison. The next moment, they all became streaks of light and vanished into the void, leaving not a trace behind.
Inside the tower in the Ninefold Deathlands, Yun Tian and Yu Yan had returned safely. Everyone who had been waiting hurried over, and the girls peppered them with questions, their eyes full of curiosity.
"Brother Yun Tian, what happened to that Candle Dragon in the end?"
"Yes, did he cause any more trouble?"
Yun Tian chuckled, sounding as relaxed as if he had merely shooed away an annoying fly. "He exhausted every trump card he had, even destroying three of his own heart lotuses, and only just escaped with his life."
"But that's fine. The monk can run, but his temple can't. There'll be plenty of time to play with him next time."
"Mm!"
Yun Tian suddenly glanced around, raising an eyebrow. "Right, where's Eggy?"