Hanyu really was troubled, because he could already faintly sense ten of the most powerful auras rushing toward this part of the world.
"Retreat!"
His expression solemn, he immediately ordered the group to withdraw.
Many of the cultivators still wanted to stay and help, but Hanyu flatly refused.
"They're powerful—stronger than those people from Four Poles Hall. Get out of here first. I might have to retreat soon, too!"
If not for the people from Central Continent still being here, he would have hidden himself long ago.
He could sense these powerful auras, which meant they were probably tracking his as well—and were likely far more sensitive than he was.
He also suspected that when he had faked his death in Yanluo Hall's small world, they had done something to him. Otherwise, they couldn't have tracked his aura so easily.
The Western Territory was a long way from here, yet they were heading straight for this place. Clearly, they were certain he was here.
His range of perception was at most a hundred li. By the time he sensed them, they were probably already within that distance.
A hundred li wasn't far even for an ordinary Divine Platform cultivator, let alone people like them.
They might as well have been right at his doorstep.
That was why Hanyu was urging them to hurry. Once the group had left, he planned to retreat as well.
Seeing how serious Hanyu was, the cultivators didn't dare waste any more time. They fled at top speed.
Hanyu was about to leave, too, when a surging tide of spiritual power swept over the land, blotting out the sky.
The ten figures could even be seen clearly within the tide.
The Faceless Ones!
Faceless Ones again!
These ones even made Hanyu's skin crawl.
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