Chen Mo then grabbed the two fellows and left the area, heading some distance away until he found a spot sheltered from the wind. It was better to keep his distance so Brother Zhao and the others would not notice or sense anything.
At that moment, David and Mark were already speechless, terror written all over their faces. They had discovered that their abilities seemed to be gone, completely beyond their senses. What was happening? Did the man before them know witchcraft? Could he erase all their abilities?
Although the two Westerners were tall and powerfully built, their weight was nothing to Chen Mo. Since what he intended to do might need to be hidden from Brother Zhao and the others, he carried the two Westerners farther away. As he walked, his Spiritual Sense swept behind him, mainly checking whether anyone had followed. If someone had, he would warn them directly.
Fortunately, he found no one following them. It seemed these people were decent enough. With a casual motion, he sent a little True Essence into the two men in his hands and knocked them unconscious. He might set up formations later, so it was best to be cautious.
What he did not know was that after Brother Zhao and his group saw Chen Mo disappear into the forest, Brother Zhao gathered everyone together. Those who dug pits dug pits, and those who carried corpses carried corpses, burying Wallace and the others who had died at the scene.
They also had to gather up their comrades. Gather them up literally—several of them had not remained intact after the battle.
They handled Wallace and the others first. After all, those people had been Xiantian Masters. They had been enemies before, but now that they were dead, they still deserved a measure