"The aura lingering here was definitely left by Mu Feng," Song Lao explained. "I once took him to the Star Dou Great Forest to obtain a Soul Ring and personally watched him hunt a ten-thousand-year soul beast, so I'm familiar with his Soul Power aura."
"But the aura of that masked man from earlier is here too."
The first thought that sprang into Zhang Lexuan's mind was that the two might have met up and fled together, but the devastation of the battlefield made her hesitate to voice it.
Zhang Lexuan asked, "But what about the traces here?"
"That's precisely what makes this suspicious," Song Lao said. "According to the Sea God Pavilion's ruling, Mu Feng belongs to the Holy Spirit Cult. Why would he clash with one of its elders?"
Song Lao cleared his throat. "And judging by the lingering auras on the battlefield, Mu Feng should have been the eventual victor."
Zhang Lexuan could not help exclaiming in shock, "How is that possible! Even if you severely wounded that masked man, he was still at least a Soul Douluo. How could he have lost to Mu Feng!"
"A Soul King who, in just a few months, grew powerful enough to rival a Soul Douluo."
Song Lao left it at that, and silence fell around them. Though they were deeply unwilling to believe something so outrageous, the compelling evidence lay right before their eyes.
The wind and snow had covered the tracks of Mu Feng's party. Across the boundless snowy plains, Mu Feng had long since vanished without a trace. After a long while, Song Lao said, "These snowflakes filling the sky really have helped conceal his tracks. That young fellow Mu Feng is quite interesting. Not only is his strength unfathomable even to gods and ghosts, but his