The Soul Douluo elder looked around, searching for the blue-robed youth's corpse.
But that was impossible now, because An Chen had burned even the corpse to ashes.
Even the marked person seemed to have died, leaving him unsure what to do next.
"Damn it!" the elder roared furiously.
In the pit, everyone stared fixedly at the powerhouse before them, not knowing what he wanted.
The person carrying the white Horn Bone was secretly preparing to leap out of the pit, hoping to take advantage of the situation to slip away.
Yet he had underestimated the perception of those in the pit. When they noticed he wanted to escape, a cold gleam flashed from several people nearby as they hurriedly lunged at him, plunging the pit into another melee.
But not a single person approached the Soul Douluo elder.
Seeing this, the elder once again erupted with dazzling orange light and oppressive might, suppressing everyone present until they dared not move.
"Which of you saw a youth in blue just now?" the elder asked gravely.
Hearing this, everyone suddenly remembered the blue-robed youth who had fought over the Horn Bone earlier. Even the thick smoke originally filling the pit had been dispersed by him.
But now they all stared at one another, none daring to speak first. Still, the elder noticed several of them secretly glancing toward the same place.
Seeing this, the elder calmed down and understood a few things. His figure flickered, and he darted up to someone, grabbing him by the collar.
"You, speak!" the elder shouted angrily.
The man flinched in fright, beads of cold sweat forming on his body.
"I-I did see one just now, but I don't know if he was the person you mean," the man said, trembling.
"And afterward?!"
"A-afterward, I don't know..."