The Heavenly Slave's eyes filled with worry. "Young Master, what you said really is possible! There may very well be a group in the Yin-Yang Realm dedicated to killing the Hellfiend Clan. To precisely kill so many Hellfiend Clan members in such a chaotic environment means there are many of them, and they can likely move through the Yin-Yang Realm more freely than we can!"
At this, Qitian Muchen growled, "Go after him! Cangyuan, come back and carry me!"
"Yes!"
The Heavenly Slave knew how important this "Purple Mist Man" was. One of the Octahedron Ordonnance realm venerables ahead hurriedly retreated, carrying Qitian Muchen as they caught up with the main group, while the white-haired Saint Ancestor went after Li Tianming!
"If my guess is true, then this Purple Mist Man is extraordinarily important! We must capture him and bring him back to Myriadpath Valley!"
As the Valley Master's youngest son, with a terrifying enemy appearing in Myriadpath Valley, even if that enemy was only targeting the Hellfiend Clan for now, he knew what he ought to do.
The Heavenly Slave burst forth at full speed and gave chase!
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
The Purple Mist Man ahead kept flickering through the darkness. Each time, he seemed within reach, only to slip away again through the other party's unfathomable transformations!
The Yin-Yang Daoyuan storms greatly hindered the Heavenly Slave. Combined with the mingling purple and black mist, they severely tested one's eyesight. Even this white-haired Saint Ancestor was nearly coughing up blood from the chase.
"Damn it! That warped space again!"
When the Heavenly Slave crashed into a warped space and was forcibly redirected, he looked up to see a Yin-Yang Daoyuan storm blasting him back. Amid the howling wind, the Purple Mist Man completely vanished from sight.
"Lost him?" Qitian