The Face
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fang Heng took the lead and stepped out of the magic array, followed by the others.
As he watched the royal guards gradually disappear at the end of the pathway, Wu Shijiang's heart was still beating wildly.
He looked at Fang Heng beside him and asked in a low voice, "What do we do? The royal guards are heading toward the original devouring body, and the Empire's sword saint Rio Tinto is also on the team. Shall we chase after them?"
"No need."
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes, took out a bone whistle from his backpack, threw it to Tang Mingyue, and said, "Let's split up. I'll follow them alone. It's not easy to sneak in with more people. I'll find a way to leave after I deal with the chaos caused by the original devouring body. You guys go and meet Tang Mo. After that, contact Wangnet through the bone whistle and leave first."
Tang Mingyue took the bone whistle and nodded, "Alright, be careful. We'll be waiting for you to come back."
"Let's go!"