Picking Up the Spoils
Mo Shan's expression sharpened. Taking Mo Hua with him, he found Elder Yu.
Mo Hua pointed to a spot on the map and said, "People fought here."
It could not have been Demon Hunters, because everyone had agreed that once they made a move, they would set off fireworks to alert one another.
Aside from that, there was a small chance it had been demonic beasts fighting among themselves, producing fluctuations of demonic power.
But the greater likelihood was that Qian Family cultivators had run into demonic beasts, and so a fight had broken out.
No matter what, they had to go take a look.
Elder Yu said directly, "Have everyone gather. We're going over."
Although the Demon Hunters had spread out, they were not too far from one another, and messages passed quickly. Before long, several hundred late-stage Qi Refining Demon Hunters had gathered together.
Elder Yu briefly explained the situation, then waved his hand and said, "Move out!"
All the Demon Hunters lowered their bodies, concealed their auras, and said no more. Light of hand and foot, they approached the mountain peak Mo Hua had marked.
Half an hour later, they arrived.
This was a little hilltop where human traces were rare, desolate and remote. Because hardly anyone came here, the Demon Hunters had been too lazy to give it a name, and generally called the place "Nameless Peak."
In a patch of broken stones in the forest, everyone found the remains of demonic beasts and traces of blood.
Mo Shan went up to take a look, wiped at the blood with his hand, and said, "Killed by cultivators, but the technique was crude. They weren't Demon Hunters."
Elder Yu's gaze sharpened, and he released his divine sense.
Mo Hua only faintly sensed a