Fang Xing angrily rushed forward, deliberately taking a large detour to prevent the Master of Qiuxin Cliff from discovering him, and approached from the side in the void. With his current speed, even though his injuries had not fully healed, he was far faster than the people of the Meng Tribe. He pursued the wind and moon for over a thousand miles, then outflanked them, a huge skull head bone flashing with eerie green flames, "splash" diving into the deep sea, calmly waiting for the tribesmen escaping from Qiuxin Cliff.
Quickly, the front was filled with a large number of figures, groups upon groups, flying over like scattered birds, panic-stricken expressions on their faces revealing them to be none other than the descendants of the Meng Tribe from Qiuxin Cliff. Fang Xing was immediately overjoyed, waiting until most of them entered his controllable range, then suddenly shouted loudly, breaking through the waves from the sea.
