An explosion rang out through the void, and half the sky seemed to cave in.
Thunderous booms echoed in every direction as every member of the Undead Race stood above the firmament.
This Small World had already turned into ruins. As it collapsed, everything became dust drifting through the void.
Everyone watched with their own eyes as a Small World was destroyed, and in the end, they could only sigh.
This trip had yielded nothing at all; instead, they had suffered grievous losses.
"Commander, what should we do?" someone beside him asked.
The Blood-robed man snorted coldly. "Report the situation to the clan, then search for new Small Worlds."
Xu Zimo passed through layer upon layer of space before finally emerging into the outside world.
Baimeng did not appear, instead concealing himself within the void.
Xu Zimo looked at the empty surroundings and smiled. "Since you have all come, why hide yourselves?"
As his words fell, ripples spread through the surrounding space, and six figures appeared in midair at once.
Vast immortal light swirled around five of them, their auras faintly joining together as they pressed down upon Xu Zimo.
"Sect Master Yin, long time no see," Xu Zimo said with a smile as he looked at one of the old men.
This old man was none other than the former master of the Divine Gate, Yin Wuhen.
"Young Master Xu, we have been waiting for you for quite some time," Yin Wuhen replied with a smile.
"May I ask what Sect Master Yin wants with me?" Xu Zimo asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He looked at the five old men around him. All five were powerful experts of the Immortal Realm.
Moreover, when he and Baimeng had been in the void earlier, it had most likely been these