In a place that was wreathed in misty, cyan Phantasm Qi, a group of Phantasms were gathered around an activated teleportation portal.

They were none other than the same ones that had attacked Nie Tian and Hou Chulan’s team earlier.

“Where is Froste?!” Lamson’s angry roar echoed out as his surging sea of flesh aura that contained countless toxins spread over.

Gett, a ninth grade Phantasm grand patriarch, hastily said with a frown, “Please don’t be angry, Lord Lamson. Our young monarch was taken back to our domain.”

“What killed that member of my clan?” Lamson asked with a grim face. “Why aren’t there any of his Domain-corroding Flames left? You had Froste there to amplify your power, and the Domain-corroding Flames to weaken the humans. Yet you failed to kill the Divine Daughter of the wood element sect. What a bunch of losers!

“If I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have agreed to come to the Domain of Heaven’s Origin in the first place!”

The Fiends behind him also glowered at Gett.

The eighth grade Fiend who Nie Tian had killed had...