1267 Of Little Use

A realmship appeared within a spatial tear outside the Jadefire Realm.

"And here we are." Ji Ning stared at the vast blazing whirlpool of blazing flames and smiled: "Hegemon Winterflame has probably heard the news by now."

"He definitely has." A look of excitement was on Azurefiend's old face, and his eyes were gleaming. "Based on my understanding of him… he's probably scared out of his mind. He might immediately beg for mercy once you arrive, Darknorth."

"Let's go and take a look." Ning was looking forward to seeing that panicked look on Hegemon Winterflame's face. In the past, Winterflame had always behaved in an arrogant and domineering manner.

Whoosh. The realmship flew into the Jadefire Realm at high speeds, descending into the flaming passageways.

"Master." A voice rang out from the surrounding area. This was the voice of the Emperor-class golem in control of the flaming passageways.