"Extreme Yin, a few small fry have arrived. How should we deal with them?" Ying Wu asked.
She and Song Wen sat on bluestone atop a towering mountain. A stone table stood before them, laden with spirit tea, and they leisurely drank together.
"They are merely a few scouts. No need to mind them," Song Wen said. "Keep waiting. A big fish should show itself."
Through his divine sense, Song Wen had long discovered that four of the seven people in the distance cultivated the Corpse King Reincarnation Art.
The Divine Blood Sect's cherished inheritance technique had, in Youye's hands, apparently become a tool for gathering followers.
In the end, the seven did not approach. After observing from afar for a while, they withdrew, believing themselves unnoticed.
Several more days passed in the blink of an eye.
At noon that day.
The people of the Phantom Illusion Sect arrived again.
This time, besides Elder Wang and the others, there were more than a dozen additional people, all at or above the Body Integration Realm.
Yet they still only watched from afar and did not rashly approach.
Their leader was astonishingly a cultivator in the early Tribulation Transcendence Realm.
The man was gaunt, as though nothing but skin wrapped around his bones.
Yet his eyes were sinister and sharp as he gazed from afar at the giant insect phantom in the air.
His divine sense swept out like a raging gale, scanning the Scarlet Sun Sect's encampment and the sprawling mountain ranges around it.
When he noticed the true body of that early ninth-rank Void Beetle, his divine sense clearly lingered, examining it closely.
However, when his divine sense swept over the mountain where Song Wen and Ying Wu sat, it did not pause in the slightest. Clearly, he had not