For Yang Chen's current strength, reaching the Golden Crow Tribe took no effort at all.
Yang Chen could scarcely believe it. The Golden Crow Tribe now resembled a battlefield; this blazing land had lost all its former splendor. The ground was a complete mess, and wherever he passed, he occasionally saw Golden Crow clansmen on the verge of death or grievously wounded. The scene was simply too horrible to behold.
Yang Chen could tell that the Golden Crow Tribe had likely suffered a catastrophe of annihilation this time.
He knew he had to pick up the pace.
Even though Xiang Yue said nothing, he could clearly sense the trembling coming from the little girl's body. To her, this scene was undoubtedly no different from a living hell!
"Impossible..."
"This is impossible," Xiang Yue cried out.
Yang Chen circulated his divine power to soothe Xiang Yue, but it only made her slightly calmer. It could not heal the wounds in her heart.
At that moment, he spread out his divine soul and began investigating the situation within the Golden Crow Tribe.
When his divine soul swept out, Yang Chen finally let out a long breath.
It seemed things had not yet developed in the worst possible direction. Within the grand hall beneath the resplendent Sacred Sun, Ling Yan and the Golden Crow Tribe Grand Elder had not been killed, but captured alive.
Just as the Sky-Piercing Python had said, those who had acted were none other than the Fierce Ghost Sect.
Seeing this, Yang Chen's expression turned exceedingly grim. Back then, the Fierce Ghost Sect had shared a deep enmity with him and had nearly forced him into a desperate situation.
Yet now these people were committing such vile acts again. He would absolutely not spare them.
However, looking over the