Based on what happened to Dongyang Fengxiao and the others, Tianming reminded himself that what he saw wasn’t necessarily true. But what if it was? Tianming was very uncomfortable.

Were Bai Xiaozhu and Situ Yiyi dead, and their bodies eaten clean? What about their lifebound beasts? Tianming didn’t see them around.

"Are they really dead?" Ye Lingfeng asked, his voice hoarse.

"Not necessarily, don't believe everything you see." Tianming could only comfort himself and Ye Lingfeng. He couldn’t bear seeing them end up like this. For a while, an irritable Tianming breathed heavily.

Just then, footsteps sounded ahead. Tianming and Ye Lingfeng looked up to see two figures appear.

"It's you again!" the man exclaimed, surprise and delight filled his voice.

It was Dongyang Yunyi.

By his side was a man in purple robes. He was similar in height and size to Dongyang Yunyi, with long dark purple hair that hung loose and eyes that burned with flames. An aloof man with excellent temperament, he was the twelfth son of Autarch Yun, Dongyang Zizhen, Dongyang Yunyi's half brother.

He was a year younger than Dongyang Yunyi, but had reached first-level Sky Saint and could fly. Both the twelfth and tenth princes were better than Dongyang Fengxiao. In that instant, the two instantly locked on to Tianming and Ye Lingfeng....