In the middle of the night, Yuwen Xiaobao quietly got up, walked out of his tent, and then called out the spaceship. He had to go back to Baiyun City and had to bring some of the snipers he had left in Baiyun City, such as rocket launchers and the like.

Get some too, just in case.

Oh, by the way, I have to catch some kinds of bees and bring them back...

one day.

Two days.

Ten days passed like this.

The situation outside the Netherworld Valley seems to have returned to normal. People are coming and going, inns are staying, restaurants are eating, and weapon shops selling talismans are noisy and peaceful.

The thrilling fight ten days ago seemed to have been completely forgotten.

this day.

The early morning fog had not completely dispersed. A hundred meters away from the mouth of the valley suddenly appeared an imperial chair. A young man was lying comfortably on it. Behind the young man, eight saints stood in a row.

Wang Shizhong.

A hundred meters away to the boy's right, a high platform was simply built. There was a wooden stake on the high platform, and a man in black was tied to the wooden stake. A man in white clothes and white hair stood silently on the left side of the wooden stake.

(To be continued...)
Chapter completed!