"Martial Uncle Huang!"
Wu Nong knew full well that the situation before them allowed no hesitation. He had to report to Huang Zhongxing as quickly as possible.
Ever since the Flying Deer Sect had been destroyed, the surviving disciples had first fled and hidden around the border between the Divine Dream Domain and the Central Region. After lying low for some time, fearing pursuit by Wishful Mountain cultivators and seeking a way to make a living, a path forward, they had plunged headlong into the Central Region wastelands to search for the ruins of immortal sects from ages past.
Yet throughout all these years, across these vast wastelands, aside from the time they had encountered Little Burden, they had never come across anyone else.
The newcomers had come with ill intent.
Wu Nong had always been exceedingly cautious in his dealings with others. Thus, the moment he saw those figures approaching the direction where the Flying Deer Sect disciples were resting, he immediately reached that conclusion.
More fatally, it was already too late to flee.
The other party's pace was steady. They appeared to be walking slowly, yet every step sealed off the Flying Deer Sect group's routes of retreat. They could not escape even if they sprouted wings.
Among those approaching figures, even the one with the lowest cultivation had to be a Martial Spring Realm cultivator.
Among this group of Flying Deer Sect cultivators, aside from Wu Nong himself and Huang Zhongxing, every last one was in the Qi Condensation Realm.
Their cultivation realms were simply not on the same level.
Wu Nong knew that under these circumstances, they could only place their hopes on Martial Uncle Huang.
After Wu Nong told Huang Zhongxing everything he had seen, Huang Zhongxing's expression first hardened before he swiftly made a