The captain’s patience had reached its limit. “Where else?”
“Youyue Kingdom there may still be people in Youyue Kingdom.”
The Honorable Judge, along with five other people, flew to the Underworld Mountains, deep within the Underworld Kingdom.
The ancient city was empty.
There was no one on the streets, no one in the stone palaces, and even the runes on the city walls had dimmed.
Only the sound of the wind blowing through the ruins could be heard, a heart-wrenching wail, like crying.
A black flag, embroidered with the coat of arms of Youyue Kingdom, was still flying at the city gate. The flag fluttered in the wind as if to say: We have gone, but we will return.
The captain’s face immediately turned dark. “Your Honor, are you playing with us?”
The referee knelt on the ground with a thud, his body shaking all over.
His forehead was pressed against the ground, and he did not dare to lift his head.
“Senior, this junior can’t possibly dare! They must still be on Fifteenth Heaven! They must have gone to the Free Cultivator Alliance! The headquarters of the Free Cultivator Alliance is in Cloud City, a city floating in the air! That must be their final stronghold!” the judge said respectfully.
The captain looked at him and remained silent for a long time.
Then, he turned around and said to the four people behind him, “Let’s go. To the Loose Farmers Alliance.”
Five streaks of silvery white light streaked across the sky once again, flying towards the direction of the Free Farmers Alliance.
The Honorable Judge got up from the ground, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and hurried to follow.
City in the Clouds.
Feng Qingzi stood atop the city walls, looking at the distant horizon.
His forehead was furrowed, and the broken sword in his hand trembled slightly. His hands were shaking, not because he was afraid, but because he knew that it had happened.
In the distance, golden light shone.
It was not sunlight, but holy light, the holy light of divine cultivators.
Thousands and thousands of beams of holy light gathered, turning the entire sky a dazzling golden color.
Golden light emerged from the horizon, growing brighter and closer, like a golden ocean crashing towards them.
The Arbiter stood at the front of the line, his golden robe billowing in the wind.
Behind him stood three thousand elite members of the divine race, each with a cultivation level of at least the third rank of the True Immortal Realm, their armor gleaming and their spears sharp.
Behind them were five cultivators from the Upper Realm, their silver-white armor glinting in the sunlight, and the weapons in their hands glinting with a dazzling cold light.
They were completely unharmed, their clothes weren’t even wrinkled. The strength of experts in the sixteenth heaven was indeed incomparable compared to the strength of those in the lower realms.
Feng Qingzi’s face turned pale.
He had lived for thousands of years and witnessed countless storms, but right now, his legs were shaking slightly.
“Three thousand troops…and five from the upper realm…” His voice trembled, but he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
Lang Hao gripped his battle ax tightly, standing at the front edge of the city wall. His wounds had not completely healed; His left arm was still wrapped in bandages around his neck, but his eyes were shining brightly.
Behind him stood more than two hundred orc warriors, each with fighting spirit burning in their eyes.
Yunxi stood beside him, the Ghost Sword spinning gently in her hand.
His left shoulder still throbbed, but he didn’t give up.
Behind him stood over a hundred demon soldiers, their armor worn and their weapons in disarray, but every single one of them stood ramrod straight.
Ying Wuji stood atop the city walls, chaotic black demonic energy churning around him.
There was no fear in his eyes, only a fighting spirit that had been suppressed for a long time.
Behind him stood more than three hundred demon cultivators, each of whom had a cultivation level above the True Immortal Realm.
Yunquan led the ghost soldiers of Youyue Kingdom to guard behind the city gate.
His body was still shaking, but his back was straight.
Behind him were old people, women, and children; they couldn’t fight back, but they didn’t want to hide behind.
FAQ Novel
Q: Who leads the group that arrives at the deserted camp?
A: Venerable Judgment and five cultivators of the Upper Realm God Clan lead the group.
Q: Where do the pursuers believe the targets might have gone next?
A: After the deserted camp, they consider the Shadow Palace and then Youyue Kingdom as potential next locations.
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