Bound by the contract, no slave could defy Gu Fuyou’s will. In the Thirty-Three Skies, battles raged on. Clusters of flames ignited across the islands. The roaring flames, accompanied by battle cries, grew more fierce, turning the night sky a deep, blood-red. The defensive formations of the Thirty-Three Skies were now vulnerable. Gu Fuyou, having regained some of her spiritual…