While the Soul Masters bravely pursued the Wolf Bandits and wolf packs, an invisible barrier lay concealed atop a towering tree in a dense forest three or four li from the battlefield. It blended seamlessly into its natural surroundings, making it almost impossible to detect.
Beneath the barrier, two middle-aged men stood on separate, thick branches.
One had a composed face and deep, penetrating eyes; the other looked plain and unremarkable.
The composed man was none other than Li Lingfeng, who had been discovered alongside Dongfang Long, an elder of the Crimson Church, on Mount Jiao in Vast Sea City years ago, and had ultimately escaped Chen Cong by the skin of his teeth.
The plain-looking man beside him was Yan Qi, who specialized in intelligence for the Yan Family.
Of course, Yan Qi was not his real name, but a designation based on his rank within the Yan Family. He answered directly to the family head, Yan Wufeng.
Watching the tumult on the distant battlefield, Li Lingfeng asked, "Brother Yan, aren't you going to lend the Silver Wolf Saint King a hand?"
Yan Qi shook his head lightly and smiled. "Brother Li, don't joke. I'm only a lowly Soul Douluo. What help could I possibly offer?"
"As intelligence operatives, fighting and killing aren't our specialty."
"Besides, the Silver Wolf Saint King isn't necessarily doomed."
Li Lingfeng raised an eyebrow. "You're that confident?"
Yan Qi smiled calmly. "Brother Li, don't forget that we're in the Zhongnan Mountains. In these mountains, Soul Beasts reign supreme!"
Then an inscrutable expression appeared on his face. "The world truly is unpredictable. Dashi Rahman Khan merely came to gather his forces, yet he died here. The Howling Moon Silver Wolf clan met their end here as well, leaving the Silver Wolf Saint King all but