"Yesterday, I happened to encounter the two of them," Yun Hua said.
Yuan Rong's expression immediately turned frosty, and he lost all interest in questioning further.
What use was it that they had met yesterday?
At the same time.
Xuan Li had already slain Min Shuiyun and taken her divine soul.
Then, she turned to look at Song Wen, who stood nearby.
"Extreme Yin, you tracked him all the way here. Did you find any trace of Jikong?"
Song Wen frowned slightly, his divine sense still probing the depths beneath the surrounding ground.
"He should be somewhere underground nearby. Jikong must have noticed that Daoist Yunhua and Min Shuiyun were besieging the ferocious beast Mountain Prison. He deliberately slipped in, using the violent spiritual energy fluctuations unleashed by the battle to conceal his own aura."
Hearing this, Xuan Li swept her gaze across the surroundings.
For tens of thousands of miles around, mountains stretched endlessly. Ravines crisscrossed the foothills, streams murmured through the land, and beneath the earth lay countless natural caverns and tunnels dug by demon beasts.
If Jikong truly was hiding nearby, then even if they had to turn the earth upside down, they would drag him out.
The two sides had already forged an irreconcilable, life-or-death enmity. Letting a peak Mahayana cultivator like Jikong escape would surely become a thorn in their hearts.
"Somewhere nearby?"
Xuan Li murmured to herself.
She seemed to think of something, and a glacial gleam flashed through her eyes.
"Yuan Rong, kill Daoist Yunhua quickly. Do not waste any more time on him."
"Jikong may be hiding nearby. Do not let him escape."
Xuan Li's urging voice rolled like thunder, even drowning out the roar of Yuan Rong and Daoist Yunhua's clash.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Rong's sword formation became markedly fiercer.