In a dead realm, Sikong Cuo’s face was distorted as he yelled ferociously at Fan Wen, a Void Spirit Society elder.

“Why didn’t Senior Ji Yuanquan come to our aid in realm number fourteen? Given his cultivation base and strength, he should have been able to arrive moments after receiving your message, right?

“Do you know that three of my Void domain died because you failed to do your job?

“We were facing not only powerful experts from the Nether Spirit Society and Death Curse Sect, but also a Phantasm grand patriarch!

“Be assured. I’ll settle account with you and your sect after this!”

Sikong Cuo’s roars struck Fan Wen like a series of cannonballs, making her head spin.

As an early Saint domain female Qi warrior from the Void Spirit Society, Fan Wen was well-versed in all sorts of spatial magics.

Frowning in disgust, she said, “I told you that I couldn’t get in touch with Mr. Ji!”

Face grim, Sikong Cuo confronted her. “Your sect has a secret magic that allows their disciples in the same domain to communicate...