Lu Ye and Si Shengya had not been fighting their way back along the original route for long when they saw a great swath of streaking lights closing in from ahead.
Although Lu Ye had reaped enormous gains in that crack in the Void earlier, and the spoils he collected had even raised Fang in succession to the thirteenth or fourteenth grade, there had ultimately been no way to wipe out every enemy under those circumstances.
Now, these fish that had slipped through the net had gathered together under Xing Zhou's lead, looking thoroughly menacing.
"Fellow Daoist Xing Zhou, where is Xue Wei?" Amid the crowd, a Half-Saint from the Origin Realm asked in alarm.
Just moments ago, Xing Zhou had returned to tell them that Xue Wei had fallen into a trap. Yet there was no sign of Xue Wei now. Nor could they sense even the faintest trace of her aura nearby. It truly unsettled them.
Could it be that Xue Wei had already met with some misfortune?
But how could an expert like Xue Wei have come to harm in so short a time?
Xing Zhou said nothing. He merely pressed onward with his head lowered. When the distance between them had nearly closed, Dao Power suddenly surged around him, and brilliant golden light erupted from his eyes. The golden light transformed into countless fine threads, like a nest of snakes bursting from its lair, winding toward the Half-Saints of the Origin Realm.
When had these Half-Saints of the Origin Realm ever harbored the slightest guard against Xing Zhou? All their attention was focused on Lu Ye and Si Shengya, who were charging toward them. Caught unaware, they were all struck.
Cries of alarm instantly rose one after another. The one who had spoken earlier even demanded