Burning the Map

As the three master and disciples departed, the area gradually fell silent.

Only traces of lingering energy ripples remained in the air, along with the devastated land below.

After several minutes of silence, it was suddenly shattered by the sound of rushing wind.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

More than a dozen figures darted over from afar before stopping in midair.

They stared in shock at the ruined earth and mountain range below.

"What terrifying destructive power and residual fluctuations. I wonder who fought here and actually blasted an entire stretch of mountains to pieces!"

"Within these lingering fluctuations, I seem to sense a faint trace of Saint's Might! Could Saint-level beings have fought here?"

"Dou Saint experts fighting?!"

Voices filled with shock and uncertainty rang through the air.

While these people were still reeling in horror, Wei Yang and his group had already fled far away.

On a lush green peak thousands of miles from the previous battlefield, the sound of rushing wind rose.

Then, three black figures appeared atop the peak as if teleporting, slowly descending. They were naturally Wei Yang and his two fellow disciples.

"This place is very secluded. There are no powerful lifeforms nearby, and I erased our traces along the way. Even Dou Saint experts would find it difficult to track us here." Elder Yao smiled as his feet landed on the soft grass.

"Mm." Wei Yang and Xiao Yan both nodded with smiles.

The three master and disciples exchanged glances, all wearing broad smiles.

This time, their gains would surely be substantial. Leaving aside the fragmented map, those three old demons had committed countless evils and possessed considerable wealth. Their hidden treasures were likely plentiful, and now they had fallen into their hands.

Their intervention had certainly not been in vain.

"Teacher." Xiao Yan rubbed