In the Divine Country, Song Jian was anxiously waiting, hoping for the Dark Mist Blood Demons to leave on their own. He hadn't expected that these creatures didn't have a fixed abode; as long as there was a shadow, they could perfectly blend into it.
Elsewhere, the nine disciples of the Divine Sword Sect were dwindling in numbers, with only the last three remaining in the secret realm for exploration. These three disciples were in tattered clothes, yet they were all in high spirits.
"Senior brother, this expedition into the secret realm has truly been a windfall. I never imagined I could break through to the Legendary Realm so quickly!" a young disciple said with joy clearly showing on his face, laughing.
