The great battle was over.
Following Yang Ling's suggestion, the two quickly left the battlefield.
But Jiang Qiao knew very well.
Yang Ling knew it just as well.
Once Leng Quan's group had calmed down and received the Mountain Ghost's orders, they would very likely come looking for them.
It was a simple principle.
After using the Taboo Weapon, Yang Ling would most likely enter a weakened state.
If they did not seize the opportunity—
Strike while he was ill.
And take his life.
Once he recovered, who could possibly be his opponent besides the Mountain Ghost, who wielded the Demon Tower?
And with the Mountain Ghost unable to leave easily,
if Yang Ling came knocking, would everyone else not have to hide inside Fengyin Mountain?
Whether because of the Mountain Ghost's orders
or for the sake of their own safety,
they would have to act.
They had to eliminate this threat.
Of course,
just as Jiang Qiao had considered earlier, Leng Quan and the others could not be sure whether Yang Ling could still use the Taboo Weapon.
So...
"Why are you two in such a hurry to leave, friends?"
"Why not stay for a while?"
"Let's have a good talk."
Hearing the call,
Jiang Qiao glanced at Yang Ling. "That's it. We're not getting away."
The two turned around.
They saw a Grandmother from Fengyin Mountain and two City Gods standing several hundred meters behind them.
"Third Grandma... Jiang Ye Fei?"
"Gongsun Xiang?"
"Lu Dingsheng?"
Yang Ling narrowed his eyes and called out all three names at once.
"Oh?"
"Young man."
"I didn't expect you to know us so well."
Third Grandma of Fengyin Mountain—
the woman named Jiang Ye Fei—looked surprised.
Not just her.
The two City Gods wore the same expression.
After all,
although the Sixteen