Liang Chuan's face was ashamed, and he already subconsciously thought that Zhuo Wen was a ruthless person who would kill even a strong man like Phoenix Lord.

If he provokes such a ruthless person, he is finished, and the Fire Elephants behind him are also finished.

"Everyone here, do you still want me, Zhuowen, to die like the chief of the Fire Elephant Clan? If so, just stand up!" Zhuowen looked around and shouted loudly.

The surrounding foreign races were silent, and they all retreated involuntarily.

The leaders of the affiliated tribes quickly waved their hands, declaring that they didn't think so at all.

The reason why they came here was just to see the excitement, and they had no other extravagant thoughts.

"Lord Zhuo, you are so brave. This Phoenix Clan oppresses you every day. It is human nature for you to resist him!"

"Yes! We have nothing to do with the Phoenix Clan, but we are relatively close, so we gathered here to join in the fun after hearing the sound, Mr. Zhuo, don't think about it!"

"..."

His face turned pale with anger, and he wanted to yell at these idiots, but unfortunately, his throat was choked by the evil spirit, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

"Hearing everyone say that, I feel relieved!"

Zhuo Wen smiled slightly, and with a thought, the evil ghost strangling Liang Chuan's throat roared violently, tearing up Liang Chuan and devouring it.

Looking at the bloody scene in front of him, all the alien races around trembled. They were glad that they did not oppose Zhuo Wen and stood in the right team.

"Everyone, this matter is over, and I will stay soon, and there will be a period later!"

Zhuowen greeted the leaders of the subordinate races around him with a half-hearted smile, then called out the flying artifact, jumped up with Ziwei Xingjun and the snake-faced man, and then disappeared in place.

It wasn't until Zhuowen's flying artifact went away that the surrounding aliens breathed a sigh of relief, and then they entered the main city of the Phoenix Clan to check.

Soon, they found the corpses of Heixuan, the second protector of Xuanhuo, the corpses of other Vulcans, and the corpses of Suo Yingda and others who had just defected.

In addition, they also found many members of the Phoenix clan curled up in the open space at the northeast corner of the ruins.

These members of the Phoenix clan surrendered to Zhuowen and were left alive.

Other than that, they didn't find the body of Phoenix Lord Feng Liluo.

...

In the luxury inn near Xuantian Auction House, not long after Feng Buming settled down with Feng Manya, he received news from Feng Liluo.

After receiving the news, his expression changed drastically, and he left the inn immediately.

Soon, he came to the canyon hundreds of thousands of kilometers north of Xuantian Auction House.

As soon as he entered the canyon, he immediately saw a shambling figure leaning against the rock wall.

This figure was dripping with blood, and its arms were twisted and mutilated, especially its left shoulder and left chest, which had become hollow, probably the result of some powerful energy bombardment.

Feng Buming walked in, and only then did he barely recognize that this embarrassed figure was actually Feng Liluo, the phoenix leader of their Phoenix Clan.

"Master Fengzhu?" Feng Buming called out with some uncertainty.

Feng Liluo barely opened her eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Buming, take me to a hidden place, I need healing!"

Feng Buming resisted the thought of asking, nodded, and then supported Feng Liluo to sit on the flying artifact and headed towards the inn.

...

Zhuo Wen and Ziwei Xingjun did not go far. They set up a cave in the valley millions of miles away from the main city of the Phoenix Clan. The two entered the cave to retreat and heal their injuries.

Half a month later, Zhuo Wen walked out of the cave.

His face was still pale and bloodless, but his hands were not as drooping as they were half a month ago.

For the past half month, Zhuo Wen frantically swallowed the healing pill, and finally healed 70% of his injuries.

Although his injuries are not completely healed, and he may not be able to exert his full strength, he has no time.

There is only half a month left before the official start of the Wu Song Society, and he must go to the Wu Clan to participate in the Wu Song Society.

At this moment, Ziwei Xingjun also came out of the cave. His face was much better than Zhuo Wen's. After all, his injuries were much lighter than Zhuo Wen's.

Coupled with the sky-defying phoenix blood, he basically recovered in half a month.

"Brother Ziwei, follow me to the Wu Song meeting of the Wu Clan! The power of the ancestral witch is also of great benefit to your cultivation!" Zhuo Wen said to Ziwei Xingjun. JrNovels.com