King You's hand suddenly felt lighter. The treasure they had endured untold hardships and schemed every which way to snatch from under a group of powerful figures' noses was taken straight from him.
Then several fists and feet emerged from the pitch-black mist and gave them a vicious beating.
The three were far too weak to see anything in the black mist. They could only faintly hear Shiqiu's furious roars and the sounds of battle nearby; they knew nothing else.
The threat of death and the pain in their bodies plunged them into despair and uncertainty.
Fortunately, the black mist soon receded as though nothing had happened, leaving only the three miserable men and one Yin God behind.
Shiqiu was still wailing, activating some strange power, but his opponents had retreated too quickly for him to react. His piercing cries sounded utterly desolate.
Xu Fu and the other two, their clothes in tatters, opened their mouths but held back from crying along with him. They called to Shiqiu and vanished, their faces still filled with lingering fear.
Only after returning to a ship and activating all its restrictions did they have time to recall that, during a fleeting glimpse in the black mist, they seemed to have seen an unusually shaped, two-legged incense cauldron and smelled a distinctive scent of incense offerings.
The three clenched their fists and gritted their teeth.
"Land Temple, if we ever amount to anything, we will repay today's humiliation a hundredfold!"
Jiang Chen watched the Fierce Land's exit for another long while. Only after confirming that no one else was coming out did he finally leave for the Polar Bear Empire.
Along the way, he examined the spoils he had gone to such trouble to obtain and found them all extraordinary. As expected of