When he saw the closing spatial vortex, Wu Liang frantically flapped the small wings on his back. At the same time, white silk suddenly shot out of his hands and through the vortex, then rapidly began to contract. It pulled Wu Liang through to the other side, his chubby body disappearing quickly.

Zu An’s group was amazed. This fatty really did have a lot of treasures! Just how many tombs had he looted? The tool he had used resembled spider silk. Perhaps he had gotten it from looting some great Spider race ancestor.

However, Zu An didn’t waste any time even while speculating about such things. He quickly used Grandgale, instantly sending himself and the three women into the spatial vortex. Almost as soon as he passed through, the vortex shrank to a point too small for anyone to pass through.

The next moment, the group emerged from the spatial vortex, and they quickly looked around. When they saw the familiar giant Fiend Ancestor statue before them, they knew they had finally returned to the Fiend races’ Imperial Tomb. They sighed in relief. They were finally back! They had been worried that they would be trapped in that world forever.

Yan Xuehen quietly left Zu An’s arms. She looked around and said with a sigh, “I...