Mrs. and Mr. Smith

Ethan Smith reached out to touch it; it was a liquid that carried a strong scent of blood.

Ethan didn't know if it was the blood of those who willingly sacrificed themselves to the Heavens, but he felt a certain warmth to it.

Countless demons roared madly; this blood rain was the purest energy for them.

But for the Hominini, such a scene was like the end of the world.

When even the heavens stood fully behind the Different Races, where would the Hominini go from here?

When the ceremonial was over, everything returned to silence.

Everyone fell into a deathlike silence, even the strongest, Stone Schroeder, was no exception.

Faced with all that happened here, no one had the strength to stop it.

Nearly thirty 'Kings' resided at the core of the Eight Desolate Beast Domain.

Some of these Kings' powers, after this time's evolution, Ethan felt were no less than Stone Schroeder's.

With their strength, they might not even be able to repel these Different Races, let alone the mysterious and uncanny wormhole in the sky.

"Boss Sterling, when do we plan to return? Given the many variables here under the wormhole's influence, it's best if we leave as soon as possible."

A skinny old man suddenly asked among the crowd. This was never his destination of choice, and with so many unforeseen events, he was eager to return quickly.

"Not so fast. Although the Ancient Ships require no energy, their self-recovery takes time. When we entered this region, the space storm was too fierce. We must wait at least a month for the Ancient Ship to recover before we can activate it again."

Sterling Hale shook his head.

"Gather here in a month; until then, you're free to act as you wish."

Ethan Smith frowned slightly and waited until everyone had dispersed.

He blocked Sterling Hale.

"The Ancient Ship did not expend much before. Even after entering the storm, it recovered in an instant. What you said is simply not the case, so why lie?"

Ethan squinted his eyes and asked.

"Though you haven't awakened the Power of the Waking Summit, your divine sense is terrifyingly strong. Rest assured, during this month, we may need to do something, but I'm afraid some people might be displeased to hear it. If the journey is too peaceful, it can become quite dull..."

Sterling Hale chuckled lightly, but there was an inexplicable meaning on his face.

Ethan frowned and subconsciously looked at Stone Schroeder.

At this moment, Stone appeared not to hear the conversation between Ethan and Sterling, simply reading a book intently.

He occasionally read aloud some sentences from the book.

"Hey, kid over there, I suggest you stay away from them, especially the one reading the book. He could end up getting us all killed."

A lazy voice came through.

A wrinkled, robed figure appeared before the two, seemingly just awakened, with tousled hair.

Behind him was a swordsman, none other than Xerena Duncan, who had taken action earlier.

Seeing this person appear, Sterling Hale's face turned extremely sour.

"Little martial uncle, don't."

Xerena frowned, well aware of their little martial uncle's character; once he made such a statement, it wasn't just talk.

"Liora Blake, Stone Schroeder just wants to probe what's behind that passage. Over millennia, a fourth passage has formed, and the speed is accelerating. Do you know what this means if it continues?"

Sterling Hale's face turned a bit pale.

Sword Saint Liora Blake, the only one in the Saint's World known as the Sword Saint.

If he took action, even Stone Schroeder would have to go all out.

"Stone Schroeder doesn't look like he's just probing."

Liora's face tightened, and the surrounding air suddenly grew murderous.

Sterling Hale's body suddenly erupted in a mist of blood, and countless sword wounds appeared on him.

He took a deep breath, feeling a bone-chilling coldness.

The sharpness at his throat raised goosebumps all over his skin.

However, his pupils turned sharp and fierce.

Sterling took a step forward, and as soon as his foot landed, the terrifying Sword Intent before him dissipated completely, and Liora returned to his previous lax demeanor.

"Oh well, if anything goes wrong, I can always take my little martial nephew and leave."

What a terrifying guy; just a thought nearly killed me under the Sword Intent.

Sterling watched Liora leave, exhaling lightly.

He sat down on the ground and began to meditate.

"Try to leave this place; the storm is about to rise."

Xerena Duncan left a complex remark before following Liora away.

"What riddles are they playing? Why can't I understand? Is Stone Schroeder planning to attack the Eight Desolate Beast Domain? But if he were, why not strike earlier?"

Sithur Fatty was also somewhat baffled, but listening to their conversation, it seemed Sterling's attempt was not simple and might even put them in danger.

A dangerous thought flashed through Ethan's mind: Could it be that Stone Schroeder plans to take on the wormhole?

Yet, nearly thirty 'Kings' were present there, not to mention the wormhole emanated such vast energy; it wasn't something two people could contend with, was it?

Or perhaps they plan to target the Demon clan and demon race within the Eight Desolate Beast Domain. But weren't such pros and cons analyzed long ago?

Ethan couldn't understand Stone Schroeder's intentions.

"Forget it, Big Boss Ethan, whatever this guy plans, I feel that entering such a level of battle lightly isn't wise, and your Divine Soul is still within the God-Sealing Panel."

Sithur Fatty whispered to Ethan.

Alas.

Ethan nodded.

He couldn't even speak of the Pinnacle Force right now, not even able to exert full strength.

Even if he wanted to do something, he was completely powerless.

At this moment, the spiraling motion of the space storm that had been confining the Eight Desolate Beast Domain suddenly paused, and the fierce forces within the Void began to gradually diminish, the storm slowly calming down.

In an instant, this dramatic change in powerful force drew the attention of countless people.

Many who had been on the Ancient Ship began retreating toward the outskirts of the Eight Desolate Beast Domain.

Now, without the confinement of the space storm, they could traverse this Void relying on their own strength.

Moreover, the unforeseen events here made many feel in danger, a blood rain from the heavens fell.

No one knew how many powerful cultivators wielding Pinnacle Force were born here. If the Demon clan truly started a hunt, most people here would likely perish.

"Big Boss Ethan, what's the plan now? If we want to leave, now is a prime opportunity, but we came here to seek power to resist the Power of God-Sealing."

Sithur Fatty's face was somewhat conflicted.