The Shadow Ghostly Prison is Boiling!

"What?!? Xin Yan is missing? The Windstorm War Department lost one-third of its members?"

Fighting League's Headquarters in Shadow Ghostly Prison was situated on a blue life star. Inside the God of War temple in the center of the star, a handsome man was screaming angrily, his face pale with rage.

Feng Yan wore a forced smile and just stooped her head without talking.

"What happened?" Feng Han took a deep breath. He calmed down, but his eyes were still as sharp as blades.

"We went to life star number 9 of Potion and Tool Pavilion to discuss business..." Feng Yan explained what she knew about the situation with her head held low. She didn't dare to miss any detail.

Feng Han listened quietly. After a while, he said coldly, "You said someone at Third Sky of Incipient God Realm poked his nose in it?"