The Yuan Ye Tribe no longer existed. Every plant and building had been reduced to ashes in the war, and the flames of battle stretched across countless miles.
Su Mo watched the Soul Clan's battle, predicting how the situation would unfold.
He also watched some familiar people within the slave legion—people from the Peerless Divine Gate and some from the Yuanshi World.
Some members of the Peerless Divine Gate were fighting within the slave legion. Aside from a small number whose whereabouts were unknown, most of them were relatively safe.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several figures appeared around Su Mo from different directions.
There were four of them: the Chaos Divine Emperor, the Primordial Ancestral Dragon, Ling Shang, and Great Elder Xue Gu of the Ancient Blood Sect Clan.
All four possessed low-level Heaven-Splitting Realm cultivation. They had withdrawn from the battlefield early on, and before entering the Zhenyu World, they had already contacted Su Mo.
As for the others, either they lacked the ability to break away or it was inconvenient for them to do so. They were still fighting within the legions.
"Su Mo?"
Ling Shang looked at Su Mo, uncertainty on her fair face. This was the first time she had seen this Soul Clan clone of Su Mo's.
The others also studied him closely. They could not sense even the slightest trace of Su Mo's aura from the person before them.
"It's me!"
Su Mo nodded slightly, then turned to look at the four of them.
Apart from the Ancestral Dragon, who seemed to have suffered a minor injury, the other three were completely unharmed.
"The battle is so brutal. Has anyone from the sect fallen?" Su Mo asked.
The battlefield was too vast, stretching too far, with too many people involved. He did not know the