In another place in the starry river that was tens of thousands of kilometers away.

Eyes red with fury, He Lianxiong looked back repeatedly.

Numerous clusters of Domain-corroding Flames were pursuing him like shadows that showed up wherever he went.

Behind the whizzing Domain-corroding Flames, a Fiend called out from time to time, as if to give orders.

POOH!

Boiling lava flew out of the long sleeve of a late Saint domain subordinate of He Lianxiong.

His name was Shen Jing. He had followed He Lianxiong for many years, and was his strongest subordinate.

As a master of flame power, he practiced incantations that were closely related to earthflame.

For this reason, there was an erupting volcano in the depths of his flame domain. It was the lava it had provided that had helped He Lianxiong burst through the Fiend’s blockade.

“I only have two subordinates left. All the others have died at the Fiends’ hands!” He Lianxiong howled...