"What?"
"The Blood Shark Bandits' Seventh Chieftain... Tong Zhifeng?"
All three shuddered violently, as though struck by lightning.
Disbelief appeared on every face. They exchanged furtive glances tinged with panic, and an unspoken dread spread among them.
Even Li Ling, hidden nearby, caught a hint of worry and terror in their scent.
Unlike a newcomer such as Lian Li, Tong Zhifeng was a notorious fiend who had lived for at least two or three hundred years.
He could only have grown stronger and more terrifying.
Many had heard his name as children. Throughout their decades as mortals, they had practically grown up listening to terrifying tales of him, and even after reaching Foundation Establishment, some shadow of that fear remained.
The wounded man cried miserably, "Fellow Daoists, save me..."
He felt he could still be saved.
The other two ignored him entirely and exchanged a knowing glance instead.
"With things as they are, we'd better retreat first!"
"Exactly. Everything else can wait until we're back!"
Amid this wordless exchange, they suddenly spread their arms, sending a gale sweeping toward the Tong Surname Cultivator.
The Tong Surname Cultivator raised a hand before his face. In that instant, one of them produced a talisman covered in obscure, incomprehensible Dao patterns and tossed it into the air. It ignited without a flame, and his figure flickered on the spot before vanishing.
The other scattered like mud, his figure slipping underground and swiftly moving several hundred feet away.
Then he hurriedly took flight and fled into the distance.
The Tong Surname Cultivator scoffed. Rather than pursue them, he turned toward the man who had called for help.
Scared out of his wits, the man tried to scramble away, but his severe wounds left him without the strength to sustain himself. He soon stumbled and