More than a million li away, Fu Zhonggang sensed Xiao Jiasheng's aura disperse, and his entire face had already twisted hideously like a ghost.
The encirclement-and-kill plan he had believed flawless had ultimately ended with this result, and at this moment, Fu Zhonggang had once again lost his sense of Chen Fei's aura.
A gap of a million li was simply too far. If it had been within a hundred thousand li, Fu Zhonggang believed he absolutely would not have lost track of this human.
But unless you had grasped the complete Time Rule, there was no such thing as "if" in anything.
Fu Zhonggang had been lured five million li away by Chen Fei's scheme. With such an enormous distance between them, if Chen Fei wanted to conceal his aura, then conceal it he could.
The key was that the entire Liang Clan had misjudged Chen Fei's strength. The other party had truly killed Fu Chongsong and the other two in succession in such a short span of time.
Under normal circumstances, Fu Chongsong was proficient in formations, and with Xiao Jiasheng and Fu Qianyi assisting at his side, the power of that combination even surpassed an encirclement by four Early-Stage Ninth-Order cultivators.
But in the end, Fu Chongsong and the other two had still died.
Several dozen breaths passed in the blink of an eye, and Fu Zhonggang arrived at the place where Xiao Jiasheng's aura had dispersed.
Fu Zhonggang's cold, sinister gaze swept over the surroundings. From the traces in the void, one could still tell that an intense battle had just taken place here.
Fu Zhonggang could even see that at the final moment, Xiao Jiasheng should have made a desperate last stand, burning all his power. But in the end, nothing had changed; he had