"That's Yi Yun!!"
During the running battle in which they fought while retreating, a martial artist from the Taixia Ancient Mine sent a voice transmission.
"This brat was still hiding his strength. Although I already knew he was no ordinary person, I never expected him to reach the inner valley alone!" Zhou Fang's expression was ugly. Even for the Taixia Ancient Mine, some disciples had been lost along the way to the inner valley. God King Shen Xin could not protect everyone, and while gathering resources along the way, it had been inevitable that some disciples would perish.
They had even had a God King protecting them, yet they had still ended up in such a sorry state. Now they were fighting the Ghost Race as well. Seeing Yi Yun standing apart from the battle and watching from the other side, Zhou Fang was naturally displeased.
"Let's divert the trouble eastward. We can't let this brat get off easy. Since he's been hiding his strength, he can help share our burden!"
Zhou Fang quickly spoke to several trusted disciples. Understanding dawned in their hearts, and they immediately changed direction with Zhou Fang, flying toward Yi Yun.
Behind them were five one-eyed Ghost Race martial artists. Every one of them was a Ghost Lord, and the five pursued them relentlessly!
"Martial Nephew Yi, you've done well. I didn't expect you to reunite with us in the inner valley so quickly. Come and help us!"
Zhou Fang shouted from afar. Yi Yun had originally been from the Taixia Ancient Mine and was of the same race as them, so there was no need to put on an act. Moreover, Yi Yun had reached the inner valley alone, so he was clearly extraordinary. Perhaps they could find a turning point in this battle