Staring at the Little Demon Bird, Sikong Jing's eyes gleamed as he said, "Follow me onto the Split Armor Flying Scorpion, let's find Ye Wuzhi..."
Evidently, the Little Demon Bird had already pinpointed Ye Wuzhi's location.
Shush shush shush...
Without any unnecessary words, the three instantly mounted the back of the Split Armor Flying Scorpion, speeding off in the direction given by the Little Demon Bird.
...
Near a riverside not far from the Batian Branch, Ye Wuzhi and Su Zhenglong stared blankly at the endlessly flowing river, their eyes swollen and red; they had failed to seek help once again.
They were chased away by the Judgers of the Batian Branch, and the Soul Dominator's Heir had no intention of assisting them.
"Zhenglong, we're still too naive."
At this moment, Ye Wuzhi felt a bone-chilling cold throughout his body. Without immediate return to the Willow Leaf Saint Manor, he was overwhelmed with a sense of hopelessness.
