Without hesitation, Su Mo led Lang Ying and the other eight hundred subordinates toward the source of the commotion.
A quarter of an hour later, they arrived atop a small hill, each concealing their presence as they looked into the distance.
In a mountain hollow far away, two groups of living beings were indeed locked in a chaotic battle, fighting until neither side could be separated from the other.
"My lord, those wearing white armor are from the Illusion Origin Heavenly Pavilion. They hold the upper hand!" Lang Ying said softly.
Of the two armies, one had over a thousand living beings, all clad in white armor with the emblem of their Heavenly Pavilion on their chests. Among them were two Third Yang Creation Realm experts, and even one Fourth Yang Creation Realm expert.
The other army had only six or seven hundred living beings, dressed in black armor. They had no Fourth Yang Creation Realm expert, only three Third Yang Creation Realm experts.
At this moment, the side in white armor clearly held an absolute advantage, even displaying an overwhelming momentum.
Su Mo remained silent, a contemplative look on his face.
The Illusion Origin Heavenly Pavilion was one of their allied forces. Although he did not know them personally, he roughly knew which Heavenly Pavilion factions on their side operated in this region.
Judging by the current situation, the Illusion Origin Heavenly Pavilion would likely achieve a complete victory and slaughter the enemy to the last within less than half the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Under normal circumstances, he should not interfere. There was no need to snatch the fruits of victory, and doing so would only add unnecessary risk.
After all, if the enemy sent reinforcements, they might also be put in danger.