At the edge of the Red Luan Starfield, Yi Xuanmiao led the way as the ghost clan party sped into the distance, not daring to linger for even a moment.
Behind them, Marquis of Knowing Fate and Mu Qianshang remained behind, concealing their figures as they waited by the stump for rabbits.
"Will the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan really pursue them?"
From the shadows, Mu Qianshang spoke, confusion on his face.
"Ninety percent likely."
Ning Chen looked into the starry sky ahead, his expression cold. "The human race has been weak for far too long. So many King Realm cultivators suddenly appearing this time will surely make the Heavenly Demon Royal Clan send people to follow and investigate. We only need to wait here patiently."
Hearing this, Mu Qianshang nodded slightly. It made sense.
Half an hour later, an almost imperceptible fragrance spread through the starry sky. Gandharva and Garuda revealed themselves, their gazes fixed on the direction in which the ghost clan party had departed. Without further delay, they gave chase at high speed.
"Make your move!"
From the shadows, Ning Chen spoke coldly. His figure flashed, and he swept toward the front.
Mu Qianshang followed with a leap, Snow Sword leaving its sheath as cold light dazzled the eye.
In the starry sky, before they could react, two streaks of sword light tore through the void—one black, one white—murderous intent filling the heavens.
"Hmm?"
Gandharva and Garuda sensed the danger, and both their expressions changed. In their haste, they gathered essence to block the incoming attack.
With a thunderous boom, Sword Qi crashed down. Gandharva staggered back several steps, blood spilling from her lips.
The black-clad figure had a familiar face, yet his aura was utterly different. Powerful demonic energy surged from his body, enough to drive one