The night wind rustled through the forest.
Amid the deathly silence of the desolate wilderness.
Chu Duanliu stared blankly ahead.
Just a moment ago, his mind had only gone blank for an instant...
How had the situation become like this the moment he looked up?
Chu Duanliu rubbed his eyes hard, his mind utterly blank.
Could this... be a dream?
But the scent of blood in the wind, his elder brother's corpse, and the agonizing pain coursing through his entire body.
Every single one of them reminded him.
Even someone as powerful as his elder brother had truly fallen here just like that!
Almost instantly.
Chu Duanliu reacted.
Run!
He had to run!
What brotherly devotion? Even his elder brother was dead. If he stayed here, what fate awaited him besides death?
With that thought.
He scrambled to his feet, using both hands and feet as he fled wildly into the vast night.
He was so fast that there was not the slightest trace of the wretched appearance he had shown when he lay gravely wounded just moments ago.
"..."
Jiang Yuechu tilted her head slightly, watching that rapidly receding figure.
A trace of helplessness flickered through her cool eyes.
Did he have to be this decisive? His own elder brother had just died, yet he did not even look back once?
This was undoubtedly what gave her the greatest headache right now.
With the support of so many foundations, her combat strength had indeed undergone a terrifying surge.
Not to mention ordinary Wandering Void Sea cultivators—even a Wandering Void Sea Perfection cultivator could be hammered to death by her.
But the problem was that while her combat strength was sufficient, her means of keeping people behind were sorely lacking.
Whether it was formations and divine arts for trapping enemies,