"It seems Tian Jin's remnants have already followed us here," the White-haired Old Man said, golden soul power slowly circulating around him.
"They don't dare make a move lightly. They should be testing our strength while waiting for a chance to pass word to Tian Jin."
Lin Taichu nodded. "We can't leave them alive. Otherwise, our whereabouts and plans will all become known to Tian Jin. Tian Wei, you take the left. I'll take the right. Uncle, you hold them down from the front. We strike at the same time, take them down in one blow, and leave no survivors."
"Understood." Tian Wei and the White-haired Old Man nodded at the same time. The three of them moved, shooting off in three different directions.
Lin Taichu sped toward the right, soul power gathering inside him. White light flashed at his fingertip, and a ray of soul power shot out, striking that hidden soul-power fluctuation with perfect precision.
A black shadow darted out of the grass, rotten soul power coiling around him. It was one of Tian Jin's low-level subordinates.
Seeing this, the black shadow turned and tried to flee. Lin Taichu's figure flashed, blocking his path. Soul power surged at his fingertip, and a beam of white light enveloped the black shadow. The black shadow let out a miserable scream, his soul power collapsing as he died on the spot.
On the other side, Tian Wei also found the source of that soul-power fluctuation. It was a mid-level cultivator, the rotten soul power around him thicker than that of the low-level cultivator just now.
The cultivator saw Tian Wei and immediately raised his hand to condense soul power. A black light pillar shot toward Tian Wei.
Tian Wei's gaze hardened. Golden soul power circulated around him as he raised his