The two fleeing men split up, and Zhou Xin chased after one of them.
For Zhou Xin, dealing with someone weaker than himself and seriously injured was no great difficulty.
Su Mo chased after the other man. Dressed in tight black clothes, he raced through the mountain forest. Since he too was wounded, he was not particularly fast.
A moment later, Su Mo caught up with him. Neither hurried nor slowed, he avoided drawing the man's attention and simply trailed a hundred meters behind him.
Since this man had sided with Yan Qi, he surely knew where Yan Qi was. As long as Su Mo followed him, he would definitely find Yan Qi.
Once he found Yan Qi, seizing his Demonic Cores would be one matter. If he could kill him as well, that would be even better.
In truth, there had not been much enmity between Su Mo and Yan Qi. There had only been a minor conflict at the inn.
Yet because of that one small conflict, Yan Qi had developed murderous intent toward him. It was clear just how narrow-minded the man was.
Su Mo was not someone who thirsted for slaughter. On the contrary, he was a man with principles.
The belief he upheld was this: if no one offended him, he would not offend them; but if someone offended him, he would surely kill them.
Anyone harboring ill intent toward him would be killed without hesitation.
As for those who bore no grudge or grievance against him, Su Mo would not casually bully or slaughter them either.
Like Zhou Xin earlier, Su Mo had not killed him merely to devour his blood essence. Instead, he had saved him.
Of course, Su Mo's main reason for seeking Yan Qi was still to seize his Demonic Cores.