It was that same faint ripple, like something had gently tapped on Yang An's brain.
He instructed the Corpse Slave to guard the main gate and turn away any visitors.
Yang An immediately immersed his consciousness into the faint light, arriving before the Tree of Flesh and Blood.
A single fruit had just grown on its branches—the one belonging to the Workshop Master, a mask with a striped pattern.
A new announcement came through!
"The container teleportation will begin in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Everyone, prepare as soon as possible!
Furthermore, because of the varying distances of each person from the teleportation point, I cannot lock onto a single destination. After you are teleported, you must be careful. Find each other and regroup before taking any action."
"Workshop Master, you're not going to teleport us right in front of that Corpse Transformation Realm Demon Fiend from the get-go, are you?"
