Although Mu Qingling had searched with all her might for disciples of the Wind Shadow Sacred Land, the secret realm was simply too vast, and she had killed far too many of their disciples during this time.
Thus, over the next three days, Mu Qingling found only two more Wind Shadow Sacred Land disciples. Until the secret realm closed and she was teleported out, she encountered no more of them.
The moment Mu Qingling was teleported out, she scanned the surrounding sects, searching for the Wind Shadow Sacred Land. At one point, she finally spotted the direction where the Wind Shadow Sacred Land was gathered.
After seeing that three disciples had emerged on the Wind Shadow Sacred Land's side, Mu Qingling's figure flashed and vanished from the spot. When she reappeared, she was already where the Wind Shadow Sacred Land was located.
At that moment, the expert leading the Wind Shadow Sacred Land's expedition was questioning those three disciples, completely unaware that a killing god was already bearing down on them.
"Long Kun, why did only the three of you come out? Where are the other disciples?"
Lou Yu was an elder of the Wind Shadow Sacred Land and had led the team to the Dongshan Secret Realm this time. It had originally been an excellent assignment, because the more resources the disciples turned in, the more contribution points he could receive.
But when he saw that only three disciples had emerged, his expression became extremely unsightly. Though the Dongshan Secret Realm was dangerous, those who had entered this time were all among the finest outer disciples.
It was impossible for so many disciples to have fallen in a single trip. Had he not seen that even the smaller sects had suffered few losses?
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