The needle-leaf forest consisted of trees growing for the last thousand years. Each of them was as thick as a huge grinder.

More than fifty beast kings were taking soldiers adorned in bright armor through the area. Dust scattered everywhere while other beasts ran away.

Mo Chongji rode on a 900-year Flying Serpent’s head. It was two meters wide and more than sixty meters long with a pair of scaly wings. It spewed poisonous fog, causing the pine trees nearby to wither.

Mo Chongji was ecstatic about riding this mount. It wasn’t weaker than him at all.

“Your Excellency, that Shi Zhenxiang is still alive. He’ll pursue us again after taking care of his injuries. What will we do then?” Mo Chongji was slightly nervous.

Feiyun sat on his tiger while trying to refine his 5,000-year root. It wasn’t that easy to create a second phoenix bone. This plant...