"Uncle Xi, I'm scared."
"Uncle Xi, save me! I don't want to die!"
"Uncle Xi... Boohoo... Boohoo..."
The younger members of the Zhou family, whom the Cloud Crane Town martial artists had captured and dragged back, clustered around Uncle Xi. Tears of despair filled their eyes as they called out to him again and again.
The cultivation of these younger Zhou family members was negligible, hardly worth mentioning.
The only person they could rely on was Uncle Xi.
But Uncle Xi felt helpless. With hundreds of Dao Realm experts from Cloud Crane Town surrounding them—and a prodigy like Fang Yu among them—he alone could not save all the younger members of the Zhou family.
Just as Uncle Xi was despairing, darkness suddenly enveloped the ruined temple.
From within the darkness, Uncle Xi heard the Cloud Crane Town martial artists let out shrill, miserable screams, as if some evil existence had attacked them.
The screams echoed in his ears for a full nine breaths. Then the darkness slowly faded.
When it had completely dispersed, Uncle Xi looked ahead. Calm had once again returned to the ruined temple, but the Cloud Crane Town martial artists who had surrounded the Zhou family had vanished inside it.
"Where are they?"
Overjoyed, Uncle Xi hurriedly spread his divine sense across a radius of a thousand meters, yet he could not detect any sign of a living person.
The hundreds of Cloud Crane Town martial artists who had been inside the ruined temple moments ago had vanished without a trace.
Not a single drop of blood remained on the ground. Not a single bone was left behind. It was as if the entire group had evaporated into thin air!
"This..."
Uncle Xi's eyes widened, filled with bewilderment and confusion.
Although Uncle Xi had traveled the world