Within the eternal darkness, Su Mo led thirty-two Pavilion Disciples onward in pursuit.
Along the way, they also gathered several Pavilion Disciples who had previously scattered in defeat.
Following the remaining clues, the group left the mountain range and continued their search through the darkness.
"Brother Bai Yan, I have some doubts!" Ying Rong said with a puzzled expression.
"What doubts?" Su Mo asked.
"When we were in the mountain range earlier and encountered that ambush, was it a trap deliberately laid by the Dark Sacred Palace?"
Ying Rong frowned and continued, "And hasn't our pursuit gone a little too smoothly? I just can't shake this uneasy feeling."
Upon hearing this, Su Mo could not help but glance at him. He nodded and said, "Indeed. Someone deliberately lured us into that mountain range earlier."
"Ah?"
Ying Rong's eyes widened in shock. Was that really the case?
Then weren't they in great danger, being toyed with in the palm of someone's hand?
"Elder Brother Bai Yan, what should we do, then?"
"Are we supposed to walk straight into the net?"
"How about we return to the Heavenly Soul Divine Palace?"
The others immediately grew unsettled upon hearing this. If someone was pulling their strings, would that not put them in grave danger?
"Don't panic!"
Su Mo shook his head and said, "The true experts of the Dark World will not take action against us. At most, it will only be the remnants of the Dark Sacred Palace. Besides, they would not dare slaughter us all."
Su Mo understood this very clearly. Those top experts of the Dark World who had gone into hiding would only seek to preserve themselves and would not clash with the Soul Clan.
Otherwise, the entire Dark World would be unable to bear the Soul Clan's wrath.