"Chen Yule!"
"Lu Qingjun!" Hearing the names called by Lin Bai, Bu Junfeng finally saw the two thorns who had haunted his dreams and given him splitting headaches throughout this period.
After the Northern Domain martial artists established the Great Snow Mountain as their base, they sent martial artists into the Hunting Realm to ambush and kill Eastern Domain martial artists, thereby weakening their strength.
Every operation had gone smoothly. Wherever they passed, the Eastern Domain martial artists were either wounded or fled. Yet at Chen Yule and Lu Qingjun's location, they had suffered a crushing defeat.
These two thorns not only possessed unfathomably profound cultivation and strength, but their methods and abilities were also a cut above the rest. They could easily tear through the inescapable nets laid by the Northern Domain martial artists, advancing when they wished and retreating when they pleased.
The battle reports sent back from the front line were almost all records of defeat. Every report stated that when the Northern Domain martial artists surrounded and attacked Chen Yule and Lu Qingjun, they had failed and had instead been counter-killed by the pair, losing several men.
As far as Chen Yule and Lu Qingjun were concerned, as Sons of Saints from top sects, they ordinarily would not even have entered the eyes of a Son of a Flourishing Sect like Bu Junfeng.
Yet after this battle, Bu Junfeng would never forget their names for as long as he lived.
"Sorry, Brother Lin. We're late!" Chen Yule and Lu Qingjun surveyed the devastation around them, and their faces filled with self-reproach and guilt.
If they had not acted on their own, failing to reunite with Lin Bai at the proper time, perhaps the situation today would not have become so horrific.
But... this was also understandable.