"Wait, someone's nearby. Their aura is fluctuating-they must be injured. Could they have escaped from the ruins?"
As the three flew along, Xiao Yu noticed something unusual.
Although the aura was extremely faint, Xiao Yu still detected it. It was not far behind them, and drawing closer!
Medusa's brows knitted slightly. "How strong are they?"
Xiao Yu shook his head. "I'm not sure, but they're probably no weakling. They should be a Dou Zun, though I can't tell how many stars."
"Should we hide, then?"
Hearing this, Zi Yan raised her head and looked at Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu nodded with a smile. "Let's hide for a bit and avoid any trouble."
With that, he led the two women down into the mountains, found a secluded spot, and used the Myriad Transformation Flame to conceal their auras.
Whoever was approaching was very powerful. Xiao Yu did not want to invite trouble by letting fresh branches grow out of the knot. There was no harm in hiding for a while.
The aura drew closer and closer. A moment later, Xiao Yu and the others saw who it was.
An old man in black robes emerged from the void, looking utterly bedraggled. Dried blood stained the corners of his mouth, mingled with fresh blood.
As luck would have it, he appeared not far from their hiding place, close enough to see with the naked eye.
"Isn't that the old man from the Heavenly Underworld Sect?"
"How did he get so badly injured?"
"What a miserable sight."
Xiao Yu and the others had seen the black-robed old man at the entrance to the ruins, so they recognized him easily.
The old man looked as though he had just fought a great battle. His aura fluctuated wildly, and his injuries were far from light.