The two of them had paid no small price, sacrificing their future chance to become immortals and attain the Dao just to reach half-void refinement stage cultivation.
Although Ye Han was at spirit transformation stage great perfection, and his terrifying aura gave them a profound sense of danger, a gap in realms was certainly not so easily bridged.
Yet before their divine sense had detected what was happening ahead, Ye Han had already sensed it. That meant his divine sense cultivation far surpassed theirs!
Naturally, this shocked them considerably. No wonder that mysterious being valued him most.
Previously, they had refused to accept this fellow's superiority. Although the Ghost Dao Immortal's trap had cost them every shred of dignity and forced them to submit to Ye Han.
Deep down, they still looked down on Ye Han somewhat. After all, a difference in cultivation was not something a few words could explain away. Throughout a cultivator's growth, their standing was essentially determined by their realm.
That principle had accompanied them through thousands of years of cultivation.
Although some exceptionally powerful beings could kill opponents above their realm, such heaven-favored prodigies were exceedingly rare-only one or two among tens of millions of cultivators.
And now, this Ye Han was one of them.
Immediately.
Ye Han shouted, "Let's hide first! They're heading our way!"
As he spoke, he slapped his Storage Bag, sending Formation Beads flying out one after another. As he formed hand seals and chanted, rings of spirit-light runes radiated from the beads, creating a defensive formation that concealed their auras. It appeared in the air and followed Ye Han as he flew down into the valley below.
As Ye Han descended into the valley, Yuwen Hong and Bafang Cailai followed him down.
Clouds and mist swirled with a rushing whisper,