The people of the Drifting Flower Pavilion kept moving ahead, while the Hidden Emperor pursued them relentlessly with a vast host of Exotic Beasts. Although the distance between them kept growing, the Hidden Emperor simply refused to give up. They could not shake him off.
"Let's pick up the pace. Hold on for a few more days, and we'll soon reach the Drifting Flower Pavilion," Sikong Rouyu said expressionlessly, glancing back at the Hidden Emperor and his army of Exotic Beasts. At first, the terrain had kept the army from spreading out. Now that it had fully deployed, everyone could finally see that there were twenty to thirty thousand Exotic Beasts in all.
If they all attacked at once, even Sikong Rouyu, a third-level Spirit Emperor, would probably come under tremendous pressure.
"They're slower than us, and they certainly can't catch us. Why insist on chasing us? I don't think the Hidden Emperor is that brainless. Besides, he seems very familiar with the route to the Drifting Flower Pavilion."
Huo Hai suddenly voiced a warning, and those still fleeing immediately sensed that something was wrong. Indeed, the Hidden Emperor had concealed himself in the Drifting Flower Pavilion's Outer Sect for so many years without revealing so much as a trace. He had even secretly laid an enormous trap for the pavilion, guiding it into the snare step by step.
He had waited until the final moment to act. If Huo Hai and Song Muhua had not emerged as two unforeseen factors, the Hidden Emperor would probably have completely destroyed the Drifting Flower Pavilion's foundations back then. How could someone so meticulous make a mistake like this?
At that thought, Sikong Rouyu immediately asked, "Peony, how many routes home are there up ahead? Give me a report." Of everyone present, the