"Hm? Better to arrive at the right moment than early. We happened to run straight into Fellow Daoist Yin?"
"Something seems wrong. Why did only one man escape? Where did the others go?"
The crowd discussed it privately.
King Mu, Night King, and Luo Muyun looked toward Yin Yuanzheng with mild surprise.
They and Yin Yuanzheng had all studied the complete Demon God Nine Transformations, drawing insights from it for their respective Dao paths, and could be considered the same sort of people. What now emanated from Yin Yuanzheng was the profoundly obscure aura of Hyperdimensional Transformation. His presence flickered between existence and absence, as though he no longer existed in the mortal world but had instead merged into the unfathomable chaos of the void.
"Cough... cough, cough..." Yin Yuanzheng coughed hard several times, opened his eyes with difficulty, and told the others, "The other fellow Daoists are trapped in the enemy formation. All have been defeated, and I fear their chances are grim. By sheer luck, I managed to escape amid the chaos..."
He briefly explained what had happened earlier.
King Mu looked at him thoughtfully, feeling that the old fellow had used the opportunity of taking the offensive to probe the strength of Yellow Venerable and the others.
When the situation changed and he nearly capsized in a gutter, he had swiftly feigned death and escaped, extricating himself through a secret art of Hyperdimensional Transformation that sealed space-time.
Had he used this secret art from the outset, Whitebrow Ancestor and the others might also have escaped.
Of course, Yin Yuanzheng had entirely legitimate reasons not to do so.
After all, Yellow Venerable and the others were no ordinary foes. Using this move rashly risked having them see through and interrupt it. If that happened, even his own chance