Unable to subdue the ferocious beast for so long, and seeing Song Wen still standing suspended in the distance rather than leaving, Daoist Yunhua seemed to have exhausted his patience and shouted sternly again.
"Yang Yu, why haven't you gotten lost? Are you courting death?"
Song Wen turned around and looked in the direction from which he had come.
Yuan Rong and the other two had yet to catch up, so he was in no hurry to make a move.
"The one courting death may not necessarily be me," Song Wen said calmly.
Seeing how composed Song Wen was, Daoist Yunhua had yet to react when Min Shuiyun grew doubtful and secretly transmitted her voice.
"Fellow Daoist Yun Hua, could it be that Yang Yu has something to rely on?"
Yun Hua's eyes immediately grew a little deeper.
"Pay him no heed for now. Make haste and kill the ferocious beast, Mountain Prison. Then, depending on the situation, we will decide whether to deal with Yang Yu."
"Alright."
Having settled on their strategy, the two no longer allowed themselves to be distracted and threw themselves wholeheartedly into their battle against the ferocious beast Mountain Prison. As for Song Wen, who was watching from afar, they simply pretended not to see him.
Song Wen likewise paid little attention to the battle between the two cultivators and the beast. He spared only a small portion of his divine sense to monitor the course of the fight, while spreading most of it outward to search in every direction, especially deep underground.
Less than half an incense stick later, the ferocious beast Mountain Prison began to show signs of decline. Not only did the ochre spiritual light protecting its body gradually dim, but its right eye was also carelessly slashed blind by Min Shuiyun's