Xiao Ming's face darkened like storm clouds gathering over distant peaks.
Images of the Bai Clan disaster swept through his mind like leaves caught in a violent wind. The Bai Clan had already suffered a terrible blow.
As for the Heavenly Moon Sect and the other great sects, after the last secret realm opened and brought catastrophe down upon them, they had withdrawn from the world, licking their wounds and mourning lost disciples.
At first, he thought he could return to the Heavenly Moon Sect and ask for help. But now that path seemed closed. The sect was already struggling to stand on its own feet.
And if this Li Xuan spoke true, then he needed to reach the Bai Clan as fast as a falcon diving toward earth.
"For a beast tide to shake the Bai Clan like this, high-tier Demon Kings must be leading the charge. Maybe even Demi Demons. This is truly troublesome," Xiao Ming muttered, his brows knitting together like twisted rope.
