Several hours after Yan Lin and the other two left Soul Severing Ravine, an old man in golden robes suddenly flashed into existence in the air above the place. A vast, hidden aura slowly spread from within him.
Under that terrifying pressure, the magical beasts drawn over by the thick stench of blood in Soul Severing Ravine all scattered in fright.
The golden-robed old man paid no attention to those magical beasts. Relying on his powerful perception, he arrived beside a pile of rubble at the very bottom of Soul Severing Ravine. There was a mangled head there, but its features could still vaguely be made out. It was Mo Ya's corpse.
"Ya'er! My Ya'er!"
Seeing his own son dead in such a miserable state, Mo Tianxing held the head, overcome with grief and rage. His eyes were threaded with blood, filled with fury and endless killing intent.
"No matter who you are, if you dared kill my son, I will make you pay in blood!"
Mo Tianxing's thunderous roar echoed through Soul Severing Ravine. The shout carried terrifying might, transforming into a hundred-zhang ripple of energy. Wherever it passed, trees were snapped at the waist, and rocks were sliced cleanly apart...
After his furious shout faded, Mo Tianxing angrily crushed the sect's Emergency Summoning Token, calling upon all the experts of the Black Emperor Sect to track Yan Lin and the other two in batches using the blood essence he had condensed. On his way to the Ten Thousand Beast Mountain Range, he had not sensed any fluctuations from the Blood Mark. Mo Tianxing guessed that the people who had killed his son were very likely still within this boundless forest.
He was going to find them, grind their bones to dust, and leave them with no place to