After a rough head count, only two hundred and fifteen people remained. Looks of grief could not help but appear on the disciples' faces. When they had first come here to establish the Branch Altar, the sect master had sent nearly four hundred cultivators; now, close to half had been lost.
Among them were those who had fallen while searching for treasures, and there were also several dozen fellow disciples who had died in the Branch Altar at the hands of that unknown monster. But even more had lost their lives in the battle just now.
But now was not the time for sorrow.
Lin Xuan's orders were passed down. The disciples packed their belongings, then turned into streaks of light of every color and broke through the air, departing.
Throughout the journey, Lin Xuan's expression was gloomy, and none of the cultivators dared open their mouths to ask anything. Elders Zhou and Cao were nowhere to be found, and now the Young Sect Master was their pillar of support.
At the same time, in the Ancient Cave several hundred li away, the Blood Demon Venerable flew into a thunderous rage.
First, his Spirit Division had been destroyed, and then those two Core Condensation Realm cultivators he had bought over had met with accidents as well. There was no need to wonder how he knew. Back when he had poured devil qi into the two of them, the Old Devil had already secretly set up a trick in advance.
This fellow had never harbored any good intentions to begin with. The Devil Infant Art was indeed genuine, but if one cultivated it using the method of infusing devil qi, even if one luckily succeeded, they would still suffer backlash from the devil qi, lose all divine sense, and become