At the moment he reached out to pull the brocade banner from the ground, the pillar of light in this world instantly dissipated.
Liu Qinglong held the brocade banner in his hand, experiencing a sensation like ruling the world.
He gazed arrogantly in all directions, laughing, "This is only the first one, we need to capture the other eight flags!"
"Alright!"
Beside him, the disciples of the Wuji Sect were all cheering excitedly.
But soon, Liu Qinglong's smile faded, as he turned to look at a certain direction in the north.
There seemed to be an unusual aura there.
He took out a Compass from the Void Storage Ring and found the needle pointing north, trembling continuously.
"It's the prey! He's actually not dead yet!"
Liu Qinglong's face showed a hint of displeasure: "What on earth is Blood Child doing, confidently assuring me that the prey wouldn't survive an hour. It's almost the second day, how has he not been killed yet!"
