While the City of Leng was in a state of chaos and bloodbath as the war continued, Lu Li had been enjoying peaceful times.
The three Earth Immortal Realm warriors who stayed behind to keep an eye on him didn't show themselves. None of the lurking scouts dared to make a move. Everyone was only monitoring the bead and the surrounding situations from afar.
As Lu Li cultivated in the Wicked Bead, he was also trying to think of a way of escape and a safe journey to the entrance of the Prison of Water.
Nobody else could move the Wicked Bead one bit unless it was controlled by Lu Li. He did not have the courage to go out now. He seemed to be stuck.
He could not stay here forever. In several years' time, the four forces would send troops to the Clouds Plains and the Northern Desert. How would Lu Ling and the others face that by then?
"I wish the Wicked Bead can fly by itself!"
