"Let's go." Su Chen nodded slightly.
Having received Su Chen's approval, Long Wu extended a finger. A spatial rift stretching a hundred yards appeared in the void. The spatial tear was extremely deep, its destination unknown. Su Chen, Long Wu, Qin Hao, and the others stepped into it, vanishing instantly.
After they disappeared, the original spatial rift swiftly recovered to its former state. All that remained was the ravaged Spirit Race island, silently floating in the void. No one could tell that a powerful force had once existed upon this isle.
"When did Su Chen get acquainted with a saint king?"
"And a saint king of the Demon Race at that?"
After seeing Su Chen off, everyone present heaved a sigh of relief. Su Chen's background alone was plenty terrifying, with many factions friendly with him. Now, with the aid of a saint king as well, his standing would give many others pause.
