"Eldest Brother, let's go." Jian Wushuang said.
"OK." Wang Yuan nodded. "Let's take Second Brother and Fourth Sister first."
After he spoke, Wang Yuan patted his Purple Cloud Condor and went to the Sky Valley.
Upon taking them along, they all left Sky Valley.
Above the Void, experts from the 12 dynasties and the old sects were gloatingly looking at Mo Lingtian.
Mo Lingtian's face had turned pale.
"Alchemy School..." Mo Lingtian murmured as if in a trancelike state.
"By the way, the Grab Battle, what should we do?" a monarch suddenly asked.
"What else can we do?"
"This can't go on any longer, it needs to be stopped."
The other monarchs agreed.
"Let's end it," the monarch of the Cosmos Empire said, "this year's Easternmost Hunting is ended and the standings will be ranked according to their current points."
"Alright."
"I agree!"
"Let's run with that."
