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 ...