They had been about to pursue Feng Chang downstream along the river when several more Demon Race experts arrived.
Hearing the commotion, they had come to watch the excitement, only to discover the corpses.
As they frowned, two Ghost Bone Sect experts pounced.
The newcomers snorted angrily and moved to meet them, but the moment they clashed, the Ghost Bone Sect experts pinned them down, leaving them unable to move.
Their vitality was robust and their cultivation formidable, yet upon encountering the Ghost Bone Sect experts, they were like mice meeting cats—subdued in an instant and obediently drained of their essence, energy, and spirit.
In merely a few breaths, another five corpses lay on the ground.
Leng Tieya stood amid the woods nearby, shaking his head repeatedly.
The Ghost Bone Sect truly was sinister. Their cultivation arts were bizarre and uncanny, as though they had been made specifically to counter the Demon Race.
Judging by their cultivation, those Demon Race experts had not been inferior to Zheng Lingzhi's group of three.
Yet once they fought, their bodies went limp at the first exchange, and they lost all power to resist.
No wonder the Ghost Bone Sect was called evil demons, striking terror into the hearts of all Demon Race clans.
They truly had something terrifying about them.
After devouring the essence, energy, and spirit of those Demon Race experts, Zheng Lingzhi and the other two had completely recovered from their injuries.
They glanced at several Demon Race experts watching from afar, too afraid to approach yet eager to see clearly, then turned and headed downstream along the river.
Their injuries had healed, and time was pressing, so they could not be bothered with those Demon Race experts.
The moment they left, the distant Demon Race experts rushed over and examined