Chu Feng huddled atop the tree canopy, hearing a roar filled with rage resonate through the air.
Immediately afterwards, all Envoy-level Changmo charged into action, taking with them the frantic, scrambling Demon Spirits and Demon Soldiers, rushing toward the direction of the battle cries.
Only the Changmo that held down Su Guiyong and the others were left, looking bewildered as they glanced around, seemingly unsure of what to do.
His eyes narrowed, excitement unmistakable: 'It's Minister He Guanshan's voice! Erbao and the others might be saved!'
But the next second, as the roaring resumed.
The Changmo with long claws poised over the hostages suddenly turned serious, slowly raising their sharp nails, ready to strike down at any moment.
At the same time, from within the Eyes of the Void, Chu Feng could barely make out the sky above the Mother Tree starting to twist, a giant vortex emerging.
'Damn it! They've been pushed back to their lair, and still they don't stop?!'
