Liu Erlong was also stunned by the sudden turn of events, with no thought of making any move at all.
Naturally, Xiao Yun did not give chase either.
He stood where he was, watching the daylight streaming in through the opening. Hidden within his sleeve, his right hand formed an extremely subtle hand seal, and a wisp of colorless, formless Divine Sense silently attached itself to Yu Xiaogang's fleeing figure. Like an invisible thread, it settled soundlessly upon one of his hairs.
That was also why he had not stopped Yu Xiaogang. That wisp of Divine Sense would monitor Yu Xiaogang's movements in real time, allowing him to easily find Yu Xiaogang's hiding place, perhaps even the hiding place of that incomplete Divine Soul, and wipe them all out in one sweep.
Dugu Bo and Xue Pofeng, however, naturally could not let him escape so easily. They immediately chased after him through the gap in the ceiling.
The entire cavern fell silent, leaving only the sound of water dripping from the stone walls and the faint trickle of the remaining dark red liquid in the blood pool.
Xiao Yun withdrew his gaze and walked over to Liu Erlong. She was crouched by the edge of the stone wall, looking down at Flender and Lu Qibin, who lay amid the rubble.
Though both were still alive, they were in terrible condition.
Flender's owl wings drooped limply, their feathers dull and lusterless, as though something had drained away his vitality.
Lu Qibin lay on his back with his lips slightly parted and his face ashen. The aura of his Martial Soul had become so weak that it was nearly impossible to discern.
Liu Erlong reached out to check Flender's pulse, then tested his breathing. When she withdrew her fingers, they paused slightly.