Ginger Cloud heard the water needles that had just been so sharp and deadly, now unable to pierce his body, transforming back into a stream of water and flowing out from within him."Is that it"Jiang Y..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar. this moment, he, from body to soul, had completely dissipated and merged into this nameless wasteland, making himself the wasteland, and the wasteland itself became him."Ha!"A long gust of wind blew...