"Wuning, what do you mean by this?"
A cold shout echoed through the venue, yet the speaker did not show themselves.
Wuning, the old demon, tightened his fingers and said sullenly, "You have sealed off space on your own, cutting off my retreat. Weren't you the first to break the agreement?"
"Sealing space is just an expedient measure to ensure no fish slip through the net," the voice sounded again.
"Tsk!"
Xie Jiuniang scoffed, "Only a fool would believe him."
At this moment, the beast-controlling female Nascent Soul was under the control of Wuning, the old demon, her life or death hanging on his thoughts. The surrounding demonic beasts stopped their attack, flying around in a state of confused bewilderment, no longer attacking the Flying Boat.
The two Nascent Soul Elders retreated back to the side of the Flying Boat.
Lord Guangluo's figure flashed, landing beside Xie Jiuniang.
This piece of space was sealed off.
