Judging by how decisively Chao Qian had killed Dong Mingzi, it was clear the true treasure wasn't on Dong Mingzi. It was in the hands of Chao Qian, the Squad Leader.
Having just shaken off his subordinates, Xu Yi shot into the sky and fled straight southeast.
Even now, though he was already more than a hundred li from where the battle had first erupted, he could tell where Chao Qian and Wang Bodang were fighting without even having to search the endless sea of clouds.
The battle over there was simply too fierce. Even from more than a hundred li away, the clouds churned overhead and rolled apart like waves across the sea. One could imagine just how intense the fighting was.
The more intense it became, the less Xu Yi dared to dawdle. He feared that if he wasted any more time, Chao Qian would be besieged and killed. If Chao Qian's things fell into Wang Bodang's hands, getting them back would be nearly impossible.
At that moment, Xu Yi no longer cared whether he would be exposed. He transformed directly into the Crimson Flame Thunder Monkey, his wings beating furiously as he shot forward.
In the blink of an eye, he reached the scene. Hidden high above the clouds, he watched the battle—and saw a sight that nearly made his eyes bulge out of his head. He had expected five men to be besieging Chao Qian, forcing him to desperately hold his ground. Instead, Chao Qian was fighting all five alone, driving Wang Bodang and the others into a defensive crouch.
Chao Qian held a short green sword. Wherever its blade-light passed, vast swathes of frost gathered into terrifying blades of ice and snow, which shot toward Wang Bodang and the other four.
The five men formed