With a grave expression, Long Chen stepped through the void like a bolt of lightning shooting through the air. Cang Lu followed close behind. 0

From the memories that Zhi Zhi had ripped from Mo Zhan’s soul, Long Chen learned something that made his blood run cold. There were far more traitors among the nine heavens than he had ever imagined.0

For traitors like the Netherdragon race who didn’t even bother concealing themselves, they were easier to deal with. 0

But the true danger came from those like the Black Rock Heaven Swallowing Python race—traitors who wore the mask of loyalty while secretly selling out their own kind. These were the ones who struck from the shadows, stabbing allies in the back when it mattered the most.0

According to Mo Zhan’s fragmented memories, only the highest-ranking members of the Black Rock Heaven Swallowing...0