Han Li felt greatly depressed. Under ordinary circumstances, he could use his abilities to escape the net in an instant.

But as he was hidden, he couldn't blink out of the net in fear that his aura would be revealed.

In that moment of hesitation, he found himself in the restriction.

Han Li twitched his eye and could only helplessly remain in place. His mind pondered about the information he acquired.

The Chi Rong Race should be one of the seventy-two branches of the Flying Spirit Tribe. It was unknown how they acquired information that the three Tian Peng beings had Woodbud Flowers in their possession, but this resulted in an ambush on their return path. The Chi Rong Race dared to do this because the Tian Peng Race’s lord perished, so they were rendered helpless.

In that case, wouldn’t his original plan be fruitless? Could it be that he would have to give up on the Tian Peng Race and find another gathering spot for the Flying Spirit Tribe?

That wouldn’t do! After...