Seeing Mo Wentian, Tao Xiaofeng, and the others repeatedly glance in the direction the silver-haired youth had left, Huo Dang sneered inwardly. He knew his elder brother's strength well; Huo Chuang was even a notch stronger than him and had a seventh-rank battle pet besides. If not for the silver-haired youth's strange air, Huo Dang himself would have given chase. Still, the two brothers could both tell that the silver-haired youth was far from ordinary. Certain that the three people before him could not stir up any real trouble, he stayed behind to deal with these three Golden Core Early Stage cultivators.
It seemed these three still pinned their hopes on that silver-haired youth. What wishful thinking. Just as Huo Dang was about to sneer at them, he heard a piercing scream. It was his elder brother Huo Chuang's Primordial Spirit, rushing back at high speed.
An immense terror surged through Huo Dang's heart. Farther away, the silver-haired youth was calmly pursuing alone, his expression unchanged. Everything before him was too bizarre. With his elder brother's strength, he had actually been slain, his physical body destroyed, leaving only his Primordial Spirit to flee. That azure giant crocodile's fate could not have been any better. Even some formidable Golden Core Middle Stage cultivators might not have been capable of such a feat.
When Huo Dang looked at Lu Xiaotian again, fear unconsciously surfaced on his face.
"Second Brother, run! You're no match for him!" Huo Chuang's fleeing Primordial Spirit shouted. Time was pressing, and he had no chance to say more.
Huo Dang had originally held the upper hand while suppressing Old Monster Meng and the others. But when he saw that his elder brother had returned with only his Primordial Spirit, boundless panic seized him. He struck the surging Warm