Ji Xiaozhong and the other fifteen Divine Emperors watched as the passage returned to normal, which filled them with deep suspicion.
They hadn't detected any trace of a formation, and they were supposed to believe this made things easier?
With a sense of helplessness in his heart, Ji Xiaozhong thought to himself that Netherworld Ancestor's junior brother was nothing special after all.
What were they to do when the God Race attacked in a few days?
After a heavy sigh, Ji Xiaozhong stepped toward Li Cheng, "Supreme Li, I think..."
He had just started speaking when he suddenly froze. The distance between him and Li Cheng was just a few hundred meters, a casual step should have sufficed to reach Li Cheng's side, so why had walking a few steps not changed the distance?
Raising an eyebrow, Ji Xiaozhong quickened his pace, but still remained in the same place!
The surrounding Divine Emperors looked at Ji Xiaozhong with odd expressions, "Clan Leader, what are you doing?"
