At the edge of the battered grand formation, more than thirty Clear Water Sect disciples watched Lu Bei and Fox Three divide the spoils, hesitating to come forward.
Sect Master Zhao Xiayang had died. Though they had long resented his cold indifference, witnessing this scene with their own eyes still left them somewhat grief-stricken.
Revenge was impossible. Their strength did not permit them to run wild.
Suppressing their tangled thoughts, they only wanted to ask one thing: Was there still time to report Zhao Xiayang?
Fox Three had no liking for these people whatsoever. He gathered up Chu He's remains, tilted his head to the sky, and sighed heavily.
Humans were not grass or wood; who could truly be without feeling? Even the Xuan Yin Division, where missions came first and teammates could be sacrificed at any moment, could not bring itself to do such a thing.
Just then, the Clear Water Sect disciples began shrieking wildly. Lu Bei turned to look and saw dense hordes of dried-corpse Evil Creatures following the breath of life to this place. They had surrounded the Clear Water Sect disciples, and the whole scene had become a complete melee.
"The Dragon Trap Formation was destroyed, releasing these ghosts and monsters." Lu Bei frowned.
"The Clear Water Sect refined these Evil Creatures themselves. What goes around comes around; they brought this disaster upon themselves. Leave them be. This is their karmic reward." Fox Three stared up without blinking, too lazy to care whether the Clear Water Sect disciples lived or died.
"This isn't about whether it's karmic reward or not. With so many Evil Creatures blocking the way, how are we supposed to leave? Do you know where the exit is?"
"If I'm not mistaken, we should take the waterway."
Fox Three raised a hand