He had left for a while just before, gathering up all the spoils from the slain disciples of Mysterious Yin Valley before catching up again.
Though he had kept his distance along the way, his Spiritual Eye and Spiritual Ear had allowed him to notice everything the disciples of Mysterious Yin Valley did. When he saw them enter the valley, a hint of delight appeared at the corner of his mouth.
The disciples of Mysterious Yin Valley suddenly heard a whistling sound. They turned to look, only to see a small stone flying toward them. The last disciple grew furious when he saw it. Even if I'm no match for you, do you really think this little stone can kill me? He reached back and caught the stone, then shouted, "Take that!" As he spoke, he threw it back.
Hu Yibo's heart tightened. "Everyone, be careful. Don't fall behind, and don't bother asking who the other person is. Pair up, one in front and one behind, and work together to hold them off."
Just then, someone cried out in agony. "My hand! My hand!" Hu Yibo hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
He saw that the last disciple's arm had already begun to rot. Chunks of putrid flesh fell to the ground, turning into a pool of pus.
His heart jolted. "That stone was poisoned! Don't touch anything directly. Junior Brother Gu is a warning to us all." He hardly needed to say it; everyone understood. After seeing what had happened to the man, who would dare catch anything?
As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Chihuo's figure appeared. Before the disciples of Mysterious Yin Valley could attack, countless boulders came crashing down from the sky.
Falling Rock Art! This man cultivated an earth-attribute technique. This was bad.
Hu Yibo's thoughts raced.