Perfect Husband, The Destined One novel Chapter 4140

The White Tiger King smiled bitterly. "The Black Tortoise King has lost his mind. I don't think you can do anything about that."

As he spoke, the White Tiger King felt frustrated and helpless.

Colori Phoenix fell silent before she said slowly, "The only way to stop that from happening is to move to new territory once more."

Again?

The White Tiger King froze before nodding eventually. "Alright."

The White Tiger King had no desire to battle the Balck Tortoise tribe. The Demon tribe had just been released from captivity not too long ago, and they were still in the middle of regaining their strength. If an internal war were to break out, their spirits would take even longer to recover. He had only pretended to seem brave and headstrong to not appear weak to Colori Phoenix.

Then, the White Tiger King immediately summoned the other tribe leaders to tell them about their decision to move.

A few minutes later, all the tribes had gathered. They left the new territory they had just built not too long ago with enthusiasm and spirit and set off into the distance.

However, Colori Phoenix did not follow them. She stayed behind, moving a few pieces of wood and stone around.

The sight confused the White Tiger King greatly. He walked forward to ask, "What are you doing, Colori Phoenix? Hurry and leave with the rest of us."

"You go first!"

Colori Phoenix smiled faintly and said, "I'll catch up with you after finishing up here."

The White Tiger King furrowed his brows. "What are you doing?"

"Setting a formation!"

"A formation?"

Colori Phoenix chuckled at the confusion on the White Tiger King's face. "Yes. Honorable Master Darby had taught me a few simple formations. I'd never gotten the chance to try them out, so I thought I might as well now."

Colori Phoenix cast a look around her. She continued to say, "It took us a long time to find this new territory. It's a shame to give it up now. Well, if someone from the fiend race or the Godly Region came here, we can teach them a lesson with this formation. Then we won't have to feel too bad about leaving this place."

Darryl sat there quietly as he restored his energy when the door opened. A fiend warrior entered the room hurriedly and said, "The Honorable Fiend Martyr requests of your presence, Sir Darby."

Barely half a day ago, Darryl had been a mere prisoner. The fiend warriors paid him no respect at all. It was a stark contrast to what was happening then. Darryl had joined Morticia and was treated as one of them.

On top of that, Darryl was also one of the heroes of the Nine Mainland. Thus, those fiend warriors called him Sir out of respect.

"Alright!"

Darryl nodded and followed the Demon warriors out of the stone room toward Morticia's tent.

Darryl entered the tent and stopped short at the sight.

He saw Morticia sitting in the center as stoic fiend generals stood on her sides. Oliver was right in front of her.

Oliver had had a change of clothes and had also been transferred onto a wheelchair. He had taken a lot of medicine, but it did not help his amputated legs. It was clear that his fairy spirit had been significantly damaged from the paleness of his face.