As the bundles of golden thread scattered, the Two-Realm Nether Passage vanished at once.
Only then did Shi Chun truly feel a weight lift from his shoulders. Wu Jinliang leaned over and asked, "You're unhurt, so how did this fellow get beaten up this badly? What exactly happened?"
He didn't believe the Chief could be stronger than a freak like Li Hongjiu, either.
"I didn't get a clear look, either. One moment he was swaggering like he owned the heavens. I ducked my head for a second, and when I poked it back out, he was already like this..."
After giving him a rough account, Shi Chun called him along and headed for the highest ground nearby.
There was no helping it. They couldn't afford to waste words. They had to get Li Hongjiu proper treatment as soon as possible, or he really might kick the bucket.
Since they had emerged here, there should be a Soul-Capturing Bag set up somewhere nearby beforehand.
Lao Changhai had followed Shi Chun's instructions when placing the Soul-Capturing Bags, setting them some distance from the cities to avoid abruptly appearing inside one again. That could easily invite trouble.
Landing on high ground, they looked around and fixed their eyes on a distant cluster of faint lights. Guessing it was Qiangyu City, the two swiftly flew toward it...
At the encirclement site, the sweeping fluctuations of magical power failed to locate their targets amid the billowing dust. Then, sensing some sort of tremor underground, someone immediately cast a spell to stir the air between heaven and earth, quickly clearing away most of the dust.
Some of the men were then swiftly assigned to search the area.
Inside the inn, the Red-Clad Woman watched the people in the mirror projection creeping around with timid caution, feeling