"Back then, when everyone was injured, I gathered all the rings and put them in my own ring... Feng Yun directly cut off my hand..."
Yin Yunxiao looked at Feng Yun with hatred, his eyes filled with bloodlust.
"This..."
Jiang Bihuai was rendered speechless.
He wanted to curse, are you out of your mind?
Putting everything in one basket is just asking for it all to be taken away at once, isn't it?
But thinking about Yin Yunxiao's situation back then, there really wasn't a better way. After all, he was the one with the highest cultivation, capable of safeguarding them best.
Who could have anticipated such an accident?
In such a pitch-dark environment where nothing could be seen, the enemies wouldn't have seen the Underworld's people gathering all the rings together.
It can only be said... it was fate.
Just a streak of bad luck.
