After sikong Yan left, the area gradually calmed down.
After a while, in a wild forest not far away, a cool breeze blew, and there were strands of undetectable soul power gathering from all directions.
In a short while, the soul power finally congregates into an extremely transparent illusionary figure. It is di Long.
"Damn it, who is it?"
Di Long utters a low roar. His heart is filled with endless anger.
They, the pavilion of the soul Race, had actually been killed so miserably by a lowly member of the martial race.
Moreover, he couldn't go to the primordial world in this situation, which was a great loss.
"I will make you pay an unbearable price!"
Di Long growls eerily. After saying this, his figure flashes out and he reaches out his hand to pick up the token that fell on the ground in the distance. Then, he turns around and leaves in the direction of the DI family.