"Huh? Big Brother! Why aren't those Demon Beasts chasing us anymore?" As he raced through the branches in the mountain forest, Ye Shisan heard the terrifying roars behind them and hurriedly asked Wang Yan, "And we could have chased down that big bear! Why didn't we kill it?"
"I deliberately left that Black-Armored White-Headed Bear alive. By now, they're probably tearing into each other, trying to skin it alive!" Wang Yan said coldly, his face expressionless.
"Demon Beasts kill each other too?" Ye Shisan froze at that, asking in surprise with a peculiar look on his face.
"Natural selection, survival of the strong! That's always been the law of survival in the world of Demon Beasts!" Wang Yan said coldly. "We cultivators are even worse than they are! That Black-Armored White-Headed Bear was in the Core Condensation Realm, and we wounded it. The other Demon Beasts probably won't let it get away!"
"Mm!" Ye Shisan nodded thoughtfully. The two women, however, looked deathly pale and said nothing...
"Whatever the case, let's find somewhere safe to hide first!"
"Mm!"
"...!"
A short while earlier...
When Sword Moon of the Pale Moon Sect was killed.
Outside the Cloud Mountain Treasure Land.
An enormous tent stood in the city occupied by the Pale Moon Sect. It spanned well over a hundred zhang, practically a small mountain in its own right.
Inside the tent, longswords of various shapes stood embedded in the ground. Spiritual light flickered along each blade as it released Sword Qi; one glance was enough to tell that none were ordinary objects. A closer look revealed that the swords were arranged on the ground in a strange formation...
At the center of the sword formation.
"Damn it! Damn it! Why have so many disciples died?" A middle-aged cultivator with a