ing through the air in a near-perfect trajectory, towards that snowy white sword light!"Clang!"In the crisp clang of metal, the sword in the cultivator's hand shattered into two pieces.Even, even his..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar. most of them were unaware, this had roused those in the Nine Nether Realms to action. Who exactly they were and what they were doing remained a mystery.But they were all waiting, waiting for this pe...