Chu Feng blended into the crowd, maintaining a remarkably low profile. At his waist hung a beast-skin pouch, punched with many holes, appearing plump.
Inside was neither a magical treasure nor a hidden weapon.
But the ten Yin Yang Ant Queens he had cultivated by hand.
The journey to the Gate of Hell was full of unpredictable dangers, and having them with him could possibly be useful at a critical moment.
After advancing in rank, the Yin Yang Ants might not be invincible, but they certainly presented no problems in dealing with common poisonous insects.
"According to the intelligence sent back by the Sect's scouts, the Treasure Light above the Gate of Hell has begun to dim, and the celebratory clouds forming are becoming denser. It is estimated that the exotic treasure will emerge soon."
The voice of Si Huang was cold, yet very pleasant to the ear.
The listeners tensed up, knowing if they arrived too late, all would be for naught.
