After Si Kongyan left, the region gradually quieted down.
Shortly afterward, within a desolate forest not far away, the breeze stirred, and faint wisps of soul power gathered from all directions.
Before long, the soul power finally condensed together, forming an extremely transparent, illusory figure. It was Di Long.
"Damn it, who was it?"
A low growl escaped Di Long's mouth, his heart filled with boundless fury.
They were dignified Soul Clan pavilion disciples, yet they had been slaughtered so miserably by a lowly Martial Clan person.
Moreover, under the current circumstances, they could no longer go to the Yuanshi World. Their losses were truly devastating.
"I will make you pay a price you cannot bear!"
Di Long howled sinisterly. After speaking, he flashed away, reached out with one hand, retrieved the token that had fallen in the distance, then turned and swiftly departed in the direction of the Di Family.
Four clansmen had fallen. This matter was far too serious for him to cover up. He had to notify the Lineage immediately.
Furthermore, he had suffered grave injuries. If he did not return to the Lineage, he feared it would take years for him to recover.
Eighth Soul Pavilion.
Within Ke Han's palace, everything was quiet and secluded.
Inside a secret chamber in the palace, a stone talisman suddenly exploded into fragments, scattering dust everywhere.
The next moment, powerful soul power condensed into a human form. It was Ke Han.
This Ke Han was extremely solid. In appearance, he was no different from the Ke Han Si Kongyan had killed.
"Who was it? Who exactly wanted to kill me?"
Ke Han muttered in a low voice, his expression dark as water, his eyes seeming ready to devour someone alive.
He was incomparably furious because his original body had fallen.