Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
From the distant sky, over a dozen black afterimages swept over, instantly transforming into black-robed figures hovering above the Western Wasteland Mountain Range.
The gazes of these dozen black-robed figures were cold as daggers as they searched everywhere for Lu Changsheng's whereabouts.
At their head stood an elder clad in a dark python-patterned robe. This was Old Ancestor Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan Sha, his eyes bloodshot and murderous aura soaring to the heavens.
"Old Ancestor! That brat took Young Master Fei's Cosmic Bag. According to the clan emblem's guidance, he is most likely hiding somewhere nearby!"
An elder said with cupped hands.
"Search for him! Even if you have to dig up this place three feet deep, drag that little bastard out! I will make him taste every torture in this world and pay a dreadful price for my grandson's death!"
Xuanyuan Sha's gaze was venomous, his sinister voice brimming with killing intent.
"Yes!"
At once, the dozen or so Xuanyuan Family experts began searching in every direction.
Before long, after the dozen men conducted a carpet-like search, they finally sensed the clan emblem's exact location!
"Old Ancestor, that little bastard should be hiding inside this cave!"
An elder said with cupped hands.
Boom!!!
Just as he finished speaking, an earth-shattering explosion erupted from the distant sky beyond the cave. A horrifying Transcendent Realm pressure, suffocating beyond measure, came crushing toward this desolate wilderness at an inconceivable speed like a tsunami that blotted out the sky and covered the earth!
"Little beast! This old man has finally found you!! This time, where else can you run?! My grandson died by your hand. Today, this old man will make you repay blood with blood!"
Xuanyuan Sha's roar, steeped in ultimate venom, was like the death knell of the Grim Reaper.