Barrow immediately began preparations for the transmission once the spatial channel was complete.

　　After a moment of contemplation, Barrow decided to bring two high-level Emperor-ranked elders as assistants, along with a few Emperor-ranked juniors.

　　The number of people couldn't be too high, unlike the first transmission, which sent over hundreds.

　　It wasn't necessary; his demigod combat power alone was worth thousands of King-ranked individuals.

　　After the first wave of cannon fodder at the King-rank was sent over, there were no plans to bring them back.

　　Too many people would make the return trip troublesome.

　　Barrow selected two elders and four Emperor-ranked juniors, making a total of seven people.

　　Barrow had wanted to bring eight Emperor-ranked juniors, but the family's talent pool was lacking.

　　They also needed to leave some people behind to guard the family.

　　An elder who wasn't going suggested, "Let's bring a Surveillance Eye with us; it'll make it easier to know what's going on."

　　Barrow flatly refused; there was no way he wanted his every move to be watched by others.

　　With the ancestor dead, he held the highest position in the family.

　　Barrow said slowly, "We'll report our safety after we arrive."

　　With Barrow's suggestion as a demigod, no one dared to contradict him.

　　Barrow said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

　　The seven of them—a demigod and six Emperor-ranked individuals—entered the spatial channel together and disappeared.

　　An elder's eyes filled with worry as he sighed, "If anything happens to Lord Barrow, our Bodo family will be completely defeated."

　　Another elder scolded, "What are you saying? It was personally created by Lord Shisu; how could anything go wrong?"

　　Despite the words, if such a situation truly arose, they would probably have to sell the news of the Time-attribute crystal to other capable forces.

　　呸呸呸, what am I thinking?

　　A short-distance spatial teleportation is a blink of an eye, but this kind of ultra-long distance requires a little time.

　　Barrow and his group of seven entered the spatial transmission, swimming through the sky-blue channel.

　　At first, everything was fine; everything was going smoothly. The journey was three-quarters complete, and according to the time, they would arrive in another minute.

　　Barrow felt relieved, the corners of his mouth rising. How could there be any danger?

　　Everything was going smoothly.

　　Suddenly, the front of the spatial channel collapsed, and countless spatial currents appeared.

　　Inside the spatial channel, they couldn't control themselves.

　　Barrow shouted in terror, "Womingxiuyi?"

　　Horrified expressions appeared on the faces of all seven people, and they cried out.

　　Barrow forced himself to calm down.

　　In this situation, it's not certain death, just block it, just pass through this spatial channel.

　　Barrow was a Fire-attribute user.

　　A massive flame enveloped Barrow and the seven others, isolating them from all attacks.

　　Fire Domain.

　　Within the domain, Fire-attribute elements would burn away other elements, and only Barrow could use his abilities.

　　In front of a demigod, Emperor-ranks were completely suppressed, just targets without any power to fight back.

　　At the same time, the domain could withstand external attacks.

　　Barrow muttered to himself, "I can definitely hold on."

　　A spatial current struck the Fire Domain, but didn't cause any waves.

　　But there were too many, and spatial currents stronger than this were everywhere.

　　A gap was attacked in the Fire Domain, and Barrow immediately filled it.

　　But then, more and more gaps appeared, and even a spatial current directly entered the domain, splitting an Emperor-ranked junior in half and killing him.

　　Barrow and the remaining six had pale faces.

　　This wasn't an ordinary spatial storm.

　　"Half-Ancestor, save me, ah."

　　As soon as an Emperor-ranked junior cried out for help, he encountered a fatal and terrifying blow.

　　In the blink of an eye, two Emperor-ranks were dead.

　　This was still under Barrow's protection; without Barrow, it was estimated that only Barrow would be left.

　　With a bang, the Fire Domain collapsed directly.

　　Barrow's face turned from pale to ashen.

　　These six Emperor-ranks are probably doomed, but I still have a chance to survive.

　　Barrow enveloped the domain in a very small area, abandoning the others and protecting only himself.

　　The others revealed desperate expressions, trying desperately to get close to Barrow, but it was useless; they couldn't enter the Fire Domain on their own.

　　Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.

　　Soon, only Barrow was left alive.

　　Barrow didn't breathe a sigh of relief; instead, his body trembled uncontrollably.

　　It's over, my abilities are exhausted, and I can only rely on my physical body to protect myself.

　　I told you, this is no ordinary spatial turbulence.

　　Even with the physical strength of a demigod, spatial tears still appeared on Barrow's body.

　　A powerful spatial current attacked, and Barrow spat out a mouthful of blood.

　　Then, Barrow kept spitting blood, his body a terrible sight.

　　Barrow couldn't help but cry out, "I encountered a one-in-a-million probability; I'm too unlucky."

　　Originally, even if he encountered an accident, Barrow was confident that he could withstand it.

　　But this accident was too big.

　　Barrow grunted and was struck a few more times, already unable to make a sound.

　　His injuries were too severe, and Barrow fell into a coma.

　　Finally, the long spatial channel ended.

　　After a loud bang, Barrow arrived on Blue Star.

　　The transmission was complete, and the transport was about to begin.

　　At this time, Barrow's physical body was on the verge of collapse, his skin torn and flesh ripped, with no good place to be found on his body.

　　His intestines were flowing all over the ground.

　　"Have I finally arrived?"

　　Barrow raised his head in a daze, but halfway up, he slumped down weakly.

　　Barrow wanted to reach out his bloody hand, but he didn't have the strength.

　　"I hope no one knows I'm here, no one knows I'm here."

　　"Give me a few days to recuperate, and I can recover some of my strength."

　　Barrow never imagined that he would be in this condition when he was transmitted over.

　　He could only hope that no one would discover him.

　　But was it possible?

　　The first time, Mi Fan was able to clearly know the landing point, but this time he could only determine a general range.

　　Although it wasn't precise enough, Chen Luo could find it with a little searching.

　　Mi Fan said solemnly, "That weakling is about to be transmitted over; he's no longer a threat. But that God-ranked is also about to appear."

　　"To deal with him, we need a suitable opportunity; we must not act rashly."

　　"He won't attack directly. Remember, no matter what he says or what he does, you must endure it and wait for the opportunity to come."

　　"Let's go; this time, I'll go with you."

　　A suitable opportunity?

　　Chen Luo thought of a turning point, but he was powerless to complete it.

　　What is a suitable opportunity?

　　Mi Fan said, "I don't know, but when this opportunity arrives, you will naturally understand. Remember, you must wait for the opportunity to come, otherwise you will have no ability to resist."

　　I'll know when it comes?

　　Unlike the last time, this time the spatial transmission channel emitted a huge vibration.

　　Chen Luo noticed this anomaly without having to search carefully.

　　Many pieces of flesh were transmitted over, making it impossible to tell how many people there were, along with a bloody, unmoving sky-blue old man.

　　Is this a transmission?

　　Chen Luo stood in front of Barrow, looking at him with pity.

　　Could he be a demigod? This is too weak.

　　Just like Mi Fan said, he landed in a box.