They covered dozens of miles and arrived quickly.
There were not many traces of a great battle. The two Divine Sea Realm cultivators had clashed in the air just now, so naturally they had left no marks behind.
After searching the surroundings, they found no sign of Xiang Dongliu.
Judging from the commotion of the battle and that final brief scream, Xiang Dongliu had most likely met with disaster. His fate was now unknown, and there was no trace of him. That left only one possibility.
Standing at the edge of Mist Cliff and looking down, Lu Ye did not hesitate for long before saying, "I'll go down and look."
Mist Cliff's environment was treacherous. The thick fog not only blocked spiritual sense, but was also mixed with vast amounts of Primordial Magnetic Ore dust. The farther down one went, the more severely a cultivator's Spiritual Power would be suppressed.
If one truly descended to the bottom of Mist Cliff, it would be difficult for a cultivator to wield their strength. Even climbing back up would be troublesome.
But it was not impossible to get back up. One could always climb.
"I'll go with you," Xiao Xinghe said.
Lu Ye nodded. Just as he was about to dart forward, he suddenly froze. Frowning in concentration, he cocked his ear to listen.
"What's that sound?" Lin Yinxiu had also noticed something unusual. Her cultivation was the highest among them, but she had not developed spiritual sense. Her perception could not compare to Lu Ye's, so she discovered the clue a step later.
Soon, the others noticed the disturbance as well.
A strange buzzing and rustling sound came from below Mist Cliff, drawing ever closer.
"Something's coming up!" Lu Ye shouted. From the sound alone, whatever was coming up, there had to