Chapter 2480: Two Paths, Choose One!

"Choose one of two paths—we must go to Bombarding Lingshan eventually."

Who sent those two demon clan members? Hong Yun hadn't figured it out yet; he dared not act rashly—if they were sent by the Demon Emperor, they were surely dead.

But if they were sent by another Demon Saint, they still had a sliver of hope.

The Primordial Chaos could no longer endure such torment; if Hong Yun didn't act soon, not only would Jin Ling Shengmu be lost, but even he himself would not survive.

Nanji Xianweng: "Then let's follow your advice—we'll take the path of extreme danger. Whatever we meet, we accept it."

"Agreed!"

Hong Yun looked at Nanji Xianweng and Jin Ling Shengmu; since they had made their choice and prepared themselves, the matter was settled.

After bidding farewell to Hong Yun and his group, the fake Tian Wu and Weng Zi turned back on their way to the Thirty-Three Heavens and silently trailed behind Hong Yun.

Though they believed Hong Yun and Jin Ling Shengmu would surely head beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens, seeing them head toward Bombarding Lingshan made both men uneasy.

"Big brother, do you really think they're going beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens?"

"Shut up!"

Tian Wu said: "No matter where they go, we stick close. As long as we follow them, we can report back to Lord Gui Che. If you want to live, listen to me."

"Got it!"

Weng Zi answered without hesitation—they were Gui Che's trusted subordinates; among all Gui Che's men, only these two were usable, which was why Gui Che sent them out.

If they failed to carry out Gui Che's plan this time, they would not live.

Thinking of this, the two pushed harder and strived even more to conceal themselves.

Yet they never imagined that Hong Yun's Hongmeng Purple Qi had instantly recognized their identities; once on guard, anything they tried became exceedingly difficult.

Along this journey, they endured countless hardships, and everyone grew sullen.

Jiu Feng wanted to go to Ling She Island.

But the Yan and Huang Emperors had not yet been found—they had no chance to reach Ling She Island.

"How is it? Why haven't they returned? Brother Xingtian, did you go call them? We urgently need to meet the Yan and Huang Emperors now."

Jiu Feng looked anxiously at Xingtian, who shook his head: "Jiu Feng, now is not the time to panic. We must wait for everything. Caution is key."

"Could something have happened?" Jiu Feng asked, his eyes darting.

Xiang Liu, growing impatient listening to their chatter, didn't care to get involved and turned to leave.

Humans were such a nuisance; in Xiang Liu's view, no matter how intelligent they were, their cultivation and physical strength were inadequate—they were just a burden.

Previously, Xiang Liu had helped Zhu Rong and Gong Gong extinguish the fire on Ling She Island only because of Luo Fu's influence; now that things had returned to normal, he would never do such a thing again.

Jiu Feng kept pressing Xingtian, who finally nodded.

"The Yan and Huang Emperors are both wounded, but the human race has not spread the news. Moreover, half of the human race has been wiped out—they now survive only in tiny remnants."

"Where are the humans?"

"Near the territory of the Wu Clan."

Jiu Feng clicked his tongue twice—he hadn't expected the demon clan to be so ruthless; there was absolutely no room for reconciliation.

Thinking of this, Jiu Feng's eyes lit up—it also meant this was their chance to subdue the human race.