Huang Xiaolong stole a vast number of Divine Race corpses, as well as an unexpected haul, the body of a Dragon God, before rushing out of the underground palace.
He remained completely invisible. At this moment, inside the tomb, it was still that kind of deadly silence, emitting a subtle oppressive aura.
And everything seemed no different from usual—of course, now this gods' graveyard was utterly empty, which was truly ironic. If the Divine Race were to find out afterwards, it would be an immense shame too humiliating to speak of.
This was the shame Huang Xiaolong brought upon the Divine Race!
Of course, right now for Huang Xiaolong, he must win success and return unscathed!
Outside the tomb, much of the high-level gods were still on high alert, with the Ancestor Dragon circling in the sky.
"Whoosh~~ I have less than 10 minutes left! No, now there's even less than 10 minutes! Hurry! I must hurry back!"
Huang Xiaolong was anxious to return.
