Yan Chihuo had exchanged blows with that goateed old man for only a moment. He reckoned that even with this bald brute added in, his own chances of victory were still greater. But he had not come here to fight—he had come to save someone.
Snow Fairy was still in their hands. If he could not kill them in a single strike, then the moment they used Snow Fairy as a hostage, it would become an unsolvable predicament.
The goateed old man and the bald brute spread out their spiritual senses. All they could hear was the wind howling across the island, yet they could find nothing at all. Both were horrified. Yan Chihuo's other methods were one thing, but this ability to conceal his aura was truly shocking and terrifying.
The two shouted, "Come out!" Yet Yan Chihuo remained nowhere to be seen. Cold sweat covered their palms and foreheads. Since advancing to the Spirit Cultivation Stage, they had nearly forgotten what cold sweat even was.
The bald brute's heart was filled with terror. Apart from himself, the goateed old man, and Snow Fairy, there was not another living thing nearby. Yet the more it was like this, the more terrifying it became.
He had released his spiritual sense to its fullest extent, yet he discovered that the clearest sound was his own heartbeat. Thump, thump, thump—like war drums, it actually shook him until his head felt as though it were splitting apart.
The goateed old man suddenly shouted, "Gather your mind!"
The bald brute jolted awake. Only then did he realize that, without noticing, he had fallen under the enemy's Soul-Bewildering Art.
The goateed old man said, "There is something strange about this wind. It is actually the Xuan Ming Yin Wind of the Netherworld, containing a Soul-Bewildering