At the same time, the three people noticed the newcomers.
They turned at once.
What...
Nangong Long and the others' expressions shifted.
The three looked terrible, their faces as pale as paper.
Blood still stained the corners of their mouths.
Clearly, they had just been in a fight—and suffered serious injuries.
Who had injured them went without saying.
Jiang Zhanhong stepped forward and approached them.
The three were members of the Jiang Clan, and all possessed Fourth Level Great Emperor Will.
None ranked among the strongest at their level, but they were certainly capable fighters.
What shocked him most was that their squad of nearly forty had been reduced to just three.
It was almost beyond belief.
Jiang Zhanhong drew a deep breath. "What happened? And where is Ye Chen?"
Jiang Zhanchen, who stood at the front, said, "We followed that kid's aura the whole way, but he caught us off guard."
"That kid is too strange. Not only is he fast, he can vanish into thin air."
"He made us pay dearly here, but he didn't escape unscathed. He exhausted himself badly."
Then he changed tack. "As for where he is now, he's at the end of this mountain range."
"There's a spacetime abyss at the end. With his strength, entering it would mean certain death."
"So he has nowhere left to run."
"Hahaha! Good, good, good!"
Nangong Long burst out laughing, visibly excited.
Losing dozens of people was a heavy price in his eyes.
But it was worth paying to learn Chen Wen's location.
Besides, they still had more than a hundred experts here.
However strong Chen Wen was, he could not possibly fight them all.
Victory was theirs.
"There's something we all got wrong," Jiang Zhanchen suddenly said.
"What do you mean?"
Nangong Long drew a deep