The old Enchanting Demon had not expected that she would actually cross the river without any defense.
She was stunned for a moment, trembling as she reached out her withered hand, her gaze eager and excited, wanting to take over the Divine Origin Treasure Bead.
Unexpectedly, Ning Feiyan suddenly withdrew her hand, leaving her grasping at thin air.
The old Enchanting Demon's face suddenly turned ferocious: "Give me the bead!"
Ning Feiyan said calmly, "Give me the Gate."
With a crisp sound, the old Enchanting Demon's seemingly frail and withered palm actually broke off the powerful giant horn of the Beiyuan Demon Emperor.
The horn quickly scattered into sand between her fingers, the black sand floated without dissipating, gradually forming a tower gate scene above their heads.
Ning Feiyan stared closely, confirming that it was indeed the Gate, before she handed the bead back out.
