The Sword Gourd Spirit detected that the person is carrying the Golden Fragments!
Meanwhile, seven miles ahead.
The Sect Leader of the Void Nether Sect, Huan Ming, is sitting cross-legged, healing.
Suddenly, he opens his eyes abruptly, and with a flip of his hand, a Golden Fragment appears in his palm.
At this moment, the Golden Fragment emits a faint golden light, pointing forward.
"Golden Fragment! Other Golden Fragments!"
"Haha! Misfortune and blessing are truly intertwined!"
Huan Ming stands up, a sinister look appears on his face.
"No matter who you are, the Golden Fragments are mine!"
Having fed the Golden Fragments with blood for decades, he knows better than anyone that they are definitely treasure.
Huan Ming's figure flickers, rushing towards the direction of the sensing.
But just as he rushes out about two miles, goosebumps rise all over him, and he suddenly feels panic and fear.
"What's going on?!"
