The Nether Ring, which is comparable to a god-level magic weapon, was naturally sent to the patriarch, and Elder Mo didn't intend to keep it privately.
Just when the ancient You clan was proud of successfully looting the Shadow Temple team.
The deadline given by the Red League to the Shadow Temple has quietly passed.
Inside the Shadow Temple, Gui Ji and the others were sorting out the latest news, when suddenly a loud noise came from outside the hall, Gui Ji's expression changed slightly, and before she could leave the hall in the future, she saw a gust of wind blowing from outside the hall.
"Mo Yao. Come out!" Bai Zhi, who was riding the black wind, roared into the main hall of the Temple of Shadows. On that monstrous face, rage was written all over it.
"Lord Bai Zhi, what are you doing?" Gui Ji recognized Bai Zhi, but she didn't know why Bai Zhi came here suddenly.
Bai Zhi didn't even look at Gui Ji, she raised her hand abruptly, a vine flew out with a whistling sound, wrapped around Gui Ji's neck, and lifted Gui Ji up in the air.
"Mo Yao, get out of here, or I'll kill all the undead in your Shadow Temple and raze this place to the ground!" Bai Zhi said coldly, and a powerful aura enveloped the entire Shadow Temple.
Bai Zhi's voice instantly spread to every corner of the Shadow Temple.
Those ancient tribes who suffered from Baizhi's hands felt chills down their spines when they heard the angry voice of this foreign tribe, and none of them dared to come out of their residences privately.
This female devil is not something they can deal with.
Under Bai Zhi's fury, Ye Qingtang led Ming Zhan, the kings of the Eight Great Clans and others slowly out of the apse.
As soon as the kings of the Eight Great Clans saw Bai Zhi imprisoning Gui Ji, their expressions darkened.
"Baizhi, what do you mean?"
Bai Zhi looked at Ye Qingtang, who was the leader, and her face instantly became freezing cold.
"What do you mean? Mo Yao, I should be the one to ask you this question, right? The seven-day period has come, but you still don't want to hand over the Nether Ring. You really think that the Red Alliance dare not understand you, the Shadow Temple. no?"
"Bai Zhi, don't you want to spew blood! Our Holy Master sent the guardian to personally escort the Nether Ring to the Abyss of Frost early yesterday morning." The King of the Raksha clan retorted.
"Joke, what are you talking about? Why haven't I seen the Nether Ring?" Bai Zhi sneered, looked straight at Ye Qingtang and said, "Mo Yao, the Nether Ring is about to be decided by our Red Alliance. If you keep your promise and don’t want to obediently hand over the Nether Ring, then don’t blame me for being rude.”
Seeing that Bai Zhi was about to make a move, Ye Qingtang, who had never said anything, suddenly said:
"You haven't received the Nether Ring?"
"Nonsense, otherwise why should I come here?" Bai Zhi sneered.
Ye Qingtang frowned slightly pretending to be puzzled.
"Bai Zhi, I don't care what you think, but I don't want to do what I say. Since I promised to hand over the Nether Ring to the Chimeng, I would naturally not break my promise. Or, do you think I would be so stupid as to give the Nether Ring to the Chimeng?" To the point where the alliance has turned its face?"
Ye Qingtang paused and continued:
"It is true that I sent someone to send the Nether Ring to the Abyss of Frost yesterday. Maybe it was delayed. You can go to the Abyss of Frost to take a look."
"Do you think I'm a fool?" Bai Zhi asked.
"Believe it or not, my Shadow Temple will never disappear again." Ye Qingtang said.
Ask as you want, I lose if I get it.
Seeing Ye Qingtang's determined appearance, Bai Zhi couldn't help feeling a little suspicious in her heart.