"Xiao'er, what's wrong?" Gu Cong keenly sensed the emotional changes in Zhang Menglong. The moment the message connected earlier, an uncontrollable killing intent surged from his body, even burning a passing insect to ashes.
"My other friends were all murdered!"
Ever since Zhang Menglong entered the Falling God Tower, outer sect disciples who had just advanced received news from their hometowns—either severe conflicts requiring their support suddenly erupted, or something else happened.
As members of a superpower, they naturally became the first people the empires and clans thought of for help. Upon receiving the plea for aid, they returned home immediately.
Because they were too scattered, no one noticed at the time that they all shared a common trait—they all mastered the Nine Nether Sunset Art!
