Whoosh!
With the help of the Ghost Cloak, Xie Wuyou traveled through the darkness. It didn't take long for him to drag his injured body back to Thunder Nether Mountain.
Inside the temple, Tushan Cangyue was under the altar, studying the divine techniques recorded in the Qinsghan Divine Code and the Darkness Divine Code.
When Xie Wuyou appeared, she slowly opened her eyes.
Hmm?
When she saw that Xie Wuyou's left arm had been cut off, a hint of surprise flashed across her cold eyes.
"Greetings, High Priest."
Xie Wuyou clutched his wound and bowed respectfully to the ground. There was a hint of pain between his brows.
"Did you run into trouble outside?" Tushan Cangyue's calm voice sounded.
Hearing this, Xie Wuyou nodded, looking a little ashamed.
