The treasured vessel flew in midair, yet its speed had lowered greatly.

No one spoke in the vessel, causing the atmosphere in it to seem depressed.

Ling Bai stood silently at the stern with a livid expression, and his gaze was icy cold and fierce. His fists that were enveloped beneath his sleeve were clenched together tightly while his nails had sunk deep into his palm, causing a line of scarlet red blood to pour down, yet he seemed to be completely unaware.

Bai Kui laid lazily and weakly by Ling Bai’s side, and he seemed as if he couldn’t even be bothered to open his eyes.

Mu Kui glanced at Ling Bai and Bai Kui with worry, and the space between his brows revealed a wisp of gloominess and rage.

A’Man deviated from his usual behavior and was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a calm expression. He was doing his best to cultivate, and circle after circle of thick and formidable fluctuations were rising from his body.

Meng Wei and Mo Ya were silent as well. Both of them were silently supervising the cultivation of the youths from the Ninth Hell Tribe. The battle from before was too terrifying, and even though they didn’t suffer any material harm, the souls of the youths had been affected. So if they didn’t repair it in time, it would probably leave behind injuries that couldn’t be healed.

On the other hand, Chen Xi was calmly refining...