A earth-element Soul Master had recovered a little Soul Power and immediately raised three walls on the other side of the sheltered slope, each higher than the last, ensuring everyone's scent would be scattered by the wind vortices between the walls,
so the Wolf Bandits' damned noses would be less likely to catch it.
But in truth, aside from the Datura Snake lying more than a hundred meters away, wagging its little tail as it gazed eagerly at everyone,
the Wolf Bandits were long gone—not even bone fragments remained.
After surviving such a life-and-death ordeal, no one had the strength left to speak. They simply waited in silence—for dawn, for safety.
Xia Yan sat on a rock at the outer edge, waiting for everyone to recover.
What happened to the caravan had nothing to do with him, and saying any more would only make him seem suspicious.
It all depended on what Fu Shen and Jiang Qinghe would do next.
Jiang Qinghe's heart pounded wildly. Her entire body felt weak and drained, and her fingertips trembled uncontrollably. She had never expected that on her first time traveling with a caravan, they would encounter Wolf Bandits.
If not for that bizarre infighting, the entire caravan would probably have been wiped out...
Out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly noticed that Xia Yan was still sitting on the rock, propping up his chin in boredom, without the slightest trace of lingering fear.
It was as though the Wolf Bandits had never existed.
Why... It was impossible for him not to know how vicious Wolf Bandits were. Dozens of them appearing at once would have been enough to tear him apart. His innate level-six Soul Power might surpass everyone else's, but wasn't he only a level-fifteen junior Soul Master? He couldn't