A reddish-black beetle flew across the outer regions of the Primordial Battlefield. Its wings were moving very fast as it shot straight out of the battlefield and landed in a deserted valley.
Three black-robed figures were sitting cross-legged in that deserted valley.
The beetle landed in the hands of one of the men, discreetly transmitting divine consciousness vibrations.
The black-robed man's face underwent a major shift. "Bad news. The Divine Firmament Saint has captured Young Master!"
"How is that possible? Master gave Young Master a total of six Sacred Blood Pills! It was enough for him to subdue six Nascent Soul Blood Demons."
"Young Master should have been indomitable and invincible in this battlefield!"
"Could it be that the sacred ground received some news and laid a trap beforehand?"
"Hurry up and report to Master! We cannot allow anything to go wrong with this task!"
