The Fang Family Ancestral Hall had its own protective formation, but they were loath to use it unless absolutely necessary. After all, it consumed Dao Essence Stones, and the Fang Family had few such precious items in stock. Every stone used was one stone gone.
Yet now, facing the infamous Heart-Devouring Demon, the white-haired old man didn't dare close his eyes, even after death.
He couldn't imagine how long the rest of the Fang Family could hold out when he himself had been killed in an instant. Would the few retainers the Fang Family kept really risk their lives for them?
The Fang Family's ancestors were enshrined in this Ancestral Hall. It represented the Fang Family's roots.
So even though he was dead, he had to do something before he was gone for good.
He placed his hopes in the Crane Spirit Array, which had guarded the Fang Family Ancestral Hall for many years. Perhaps it could trap Xiong Wen.
At the very least, it might last until the Dao Essence Stones ran out of energy.
By then, the news would surely have reached the City Lord's Mansion.
He believed that although Wei Quji was stern to the point of being harsh, he wouldn't hold back when it came to a matter of such importance.
The Fang Family would be saved!
The white-haired old man, his heart torn out, was dead. Yet his eyes still stared straight up at the night sky, wide open.
Xiong Wen was furious, but his resolve wavered too.
He had a fearsome reputation and had endured countless pursuits. Randomly changing his hiding place was a habit of his. After all, if even he didn't know where he would hide next, then those hunting him had no pattern to follow.
He had never imagined that an