The Winged Human Race had many powerful experts. As a top-tier race with Mahayana Realm cultivators holding the fort, ordinary factions simply did not dare provoke them. The Nine Tomb Guarding Clans stood at the same level. Like the Mahayana Races, they had powerful experts within their ranks and Immortal Artifacts in their possession, making them the perfect scapegoat.
"That should do it."
Looking over the scene after Ke Zhenbei's sword qi had swept through it, Chen Luo nodded in satisfaction. He then drew upon the aura of the Butterfly Demon Race within his External Brain, his body transforming into a stream of light as he vanished beyond the horizon.
He had only come to lend a hand.
Now that the favor had been done, naturally he needed to leave as soon as possible.
Less than the time it took to drink a cup of tea after Chen Luo left, another vortex appeared above the Sacred Wood Forest. Three Winged Human Race experts crossed the distance and arrived. Once they saw the scene below, all their expressions darkened.
"Yi Kong's aura has disappeared."
One Winged Human Race expert found the soul fire left behind in the soil by the Winged Human Race elder who had died earlier. Another elder bent down and picked up a stone. Its surface appeared unchanged, but its interior had already been burned hollow. The moment his finger lightly touched it, the stone collapsed like tofu into a pile of white ash.
The Nine-colored Soul Fire was Elder Yi Kong's life-risking divine ability. Since he had even used such a technique, Elder Yi Kong's fate was easy to imagine.
"Dao Integration Realm sword qi. The residual power of a magic artifact is here."
The elder on the right found a remaining sword mark nearby. Though the