While the soul masters were bravely hunting down the Wolf Bandits and the wolf packs, in a dense forest three or four li away from the battlefield, atop a towering tree, an invisible barrier lay hidden, blending into the surrounding nature and almost impossible to detect.
Beneath that barrier, two middle-aged men stood on two thick branches.
One had a steady face and deep eyes; the other was plain-looking, seemingly unremarkable.
The steady-faced man was none other than Li Lingfeng, who had once been discovered on Horn Mountain in Vast Sea City together with Oriental Dragon, an elder of the Crimson Church, and had ultimately escaped by a fluke from Chen Cong.
And the plain-looking man beside him was Yan Qi, who specialized in intelligence within the Yan Family.
Of course, Yan Qi was not his real name, but a ranking title used inside the Yan Family. He answered directly to family head Yan Wufeng.
Li Lingfeng looked toward the distant clamor of the battlefield and said, "Brother Yan, aren't you going to lend the Silver Wolf Saint King a hand?"
Yan Qi gently shook his head and laughed. "Brother Li, don't joke. I'm only a minor Soul Douluo. What use could I be?"
"As intelligence personnel, fighting and killing are not our specialty."
"Besides, the Silver Wolf Saint King is not necessarily doomed."
Li Lingfeng raised an eyebrow. "You're that confident?"
Yan Qi smiled calmly. "Brother Li, don't forget, we are currently in the Zhongnan Mountain Range. In the mountains, soul beasts reign supreme!"
Then an indescribable look appeared on his face. "The affairs of the world truly are unpredictable. Darcy Rahman Khan only came over to gather his forces, yet he died here. And the Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan was likewise buried here, leaving the Silver Wolf