The outside world.
One King Envoy after another flew backward out of the radiance-filled space, many of them still wearing traces of panic on their faces.
Fang Qingxiao, Yu Wenwuji and the others could tell at a glance that something was wrong.
Before long, accompanied by a shrill hiss of white vapor, Ling Xiao shot over like a bolt and appeared in front of everyone in an instant.
"Imperial Envoy Ling?"
Everyone was greatly astonished—Ling Xiao had actually already undone the Four Saints Shackles!
"The situation ahead has changed."
Ling Xiao spoke in a low voice as his long, strong fingers swiftly tapped the mark on his chest. The blue and white Holy Beast phantoms separated from it, releasing the shackle state.
Ling Xiao's figure swayed slightly; he gritted his teeth and let out a low groan.
Luckily this time he had only opened the second lock, and for a very short time—it was far less strenuous than when he had previously tried to blast apart the Realm Membrane.
