In the void, fierce astral winds howled!
Chen An stood in the air with his arms crossed, gazing coldly at Blood Kill, who sat cross-legged in a woodshed with his eyes closed as he healed his wounds.
The reason Blood Kill had managed to escape from his grasp earlier was not because he was particularly strong, nor because his Blood Escape Art was particularly fast. Chen An had deliberately let him go.
Judging from the young man who had appeared beside Huang Baichuan before, the reason the Shen Family had suffered this calamity was likely because the Blood Demon Sect had learned that Huang Baichuan might have died by his hand. They had wanted to capture Shen Qinglan to threaten him.
Moreover, judging by the cultists the Blood Demon Sect had sent this time—each at least at the mid-stage Houtian Realm, with even one at the perfected Grandmaster Realm among them—
there was likely a high-ranking member of the Blood Demon Sect hidden behind this group.
If he did not root that person out, the trouble would likely never end.
That was why he had deliberately allowed Blood Kill, who was clearly a high-ranking member of the Blood Demon Sect, to leave. He wanted to cast a long line for a big fish.
What Chen An had not expected, however, was that after fleeing the Shen Family, Blood Kill had not immediately gone to seek out the Blood Demon Sect's higher-ups. Instead, after circling around the provincial city several times, he had eventually found the woodshed of an ordinary courtyard and hidden inside to tend to his injuries.
At first, Chen An had thought it might be one of the Blood Demon Sect's bases within the provincial city.
Yet even after sweeping the area with the divine sense born from