"Thirty percent of my power went into that strike. Let alone a mere devil soul—even a true ancient devil would not have been able to withstand it. Death was inevitable."
Fang Yu nodded slightly and spoke nonchalantly.
"Where should we go now?"
Feng Bing naturally did not doubt Fang Yu's words and asked again.
"No hurry. The environment here is decent enough. We can cultivate together first; it won't be too late afterward."
Fang Yu's smile deepened, his intentions plainly improper.
"Mhm!"
Seeing this, Feng Bing's cheeks flushed crimson. After responding with a mosquito-soft "mhm," she allowed Fang Yu to do as he pleased.
Meanwhile, at a small hill shrouded in white light somewhere within Fallen Devil Valley, more than a dozen cultivators were launching unceasing, violent attacks against it.
Leading them were Le Xi of the Mulan Tribe and the gaunt old man, the Great Divine Master.
"What is it? Does the Divine Maiden have something to say?"
The gaunt old man now showed Le Xi, the Divine Maiden, considerably more respect.
"Nothing. I merely seemed to sense something just now, but it vanished in an instant. It should have been cultivators from Heavenly South. They must have noticed us as well, so they left."
Le Xi shook her head gently, her delicate brows knitting as she guessed.
Their location was only a little over a hundred miles from where Fang Yu had slain the ancient devil's devil soul. However, the area between them was filled with restrictions, so even Fang Yu's divine sense had failed to detect their group.
Within Fallen Devil Valley, divine sense now possessed less than a tenth of its former capabilities.
"I see."
The gaunt old man nodded.
Then, a trace of complexity appeared in his gaze as he looked at Le Xi,