“I’ve found them!” shouted Mo Nian.

By retracing the path of the Ghost Ship and traveling through the endless Black Armor Corps, killing an unknown number of them, after two hours, they finally found their tracks.

This place was a barren land, with multiple powerful auras still hanging in the air. The Black Armor Corps didn’t even dare to approach this place.

“The aura of these flames belongs to the Pill Fairy. There’s also Zhao Ritian’s metal energy and spiritual pressure belonging to Feng Fei. This gorge was created by Ye Ming’s jagged sword. It’s filled with an aura of death and decay. There are also signs of some other attacks that came from unknown people, but they weren’t from Yun Tian. Why are so many of them attacking him at the same time? Is becoming a Sovereign really so important, even more important than the safety of the Martial Heaven Continent? They’ve already forgotten that without the Sovereigns, the continent would have fallen into oblivion, and they would already be dead.” Long Chen clenched a handful of...