"All right, boss."
The Bamboo Pole Killer answered expressionlessly, then turned and walked toward the battlefield.
Yi Chen hurried over to the bodies of the Spirit Hall disciples that the Dark Council members had discarded on the ground, his expression utterly grim.
These were all elite disciples of the Spirit Hall!
What a waste, for them to die just like that...
He nudged the red-clad woman lying lifeless on the ground with his foot. Only after confirming that she was dead did he sigh, lift her body into his arms, and head deeper into the dense forest.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A white-haired elder in green robes was running with swift, vigorous strides.
Though his cheeks were flushed and his breathing ragged, he showed no intention of stopping to rest. Instead, he ran desperately, chasing the two shadows streaking ahead like meteors.
As he passed a small river, he was just about to stop and drink to quench his thirst when a large hand suddenly reached out of the river and dragged him into the water.
"Cough, cough..."
When Yi Chen struggled to swim free through the river water, he discovered to his astonishment that the large hand had actually dragged him to the bottom.
Through the crystal-clear water, he could vaguely make out a white-haired elder in green robes sitting cross-legged beside him.
The green-robed elder's eyes were tightly closed, as though he had entered a state of cultivation.
Yi Chen quietly observed him for a while. Once he was sure the elder had not noticed him, he slowly straightened up and looked around as though nothing were amiss.
What exactly was this place?
Why was the soul power here so thin?
Could this be some powerful figure's secret hideout?
If that were the case, he would have to