"Damn it, what the hell is going on, why can't the fusion of the Twelve Ancestor Witches work?"
Leslie Goodwin sat cross-legged on a mountain peak, unable to hold back a curse.
Ever since he returned to Burial Island, aside from cultivating and comprehending the Dao, he had been trying to fuse the Twelve Ancestor Witches.
However, each attempt ended in failure.
Just as he was about to try again.
His heart tensed, and he sprang into the sky with a swift kick!
Standing in the sky, he looked into the distance and chuckled, "This kid has finally come back!"
It wasn't long before.
A streak of golden light flashed across the heavens, reaching Burial Island in an instant.
The person was Lionel Yeager.
"Elder Goodwin, I'm back!"
Lionel waved his hand towards Leslie Goodwin in the sky over the small island.
But before he finished speaking!
Leslie took a step forward, charging madly towards Lionel!
In the midst of this charge!
