Crystalline light flickered in Wang Yu's eyes as he darted through the dense forest, closely watching every movement around him and making as little noise as possible.
Since two Black Soul Sect disciples had appeared here, who could guarantee there were no other members of the Demonic Path nearby? Besides, the earlier battle had caused quite a commotion and might well draw interested parties. Naturally, he had to leave the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Suddenly, his expression shifted. With a flicker, he pressed himself behind a large tree, then formed a hand seal. Wisps of white cloud appeared around him, and amid a ripple of spiritual energy, he vanished without a trace.
A moment later, more than a dozen black-robed Black Soul Sect disciples swept overhead in a group. They were heading straight toward the site of the earlier battle.
Wang Yu's heart tightened at the sight. Maintaining his Cloud Concealment Technique, he continued slipping quietly away.
Before long, the same group of Black Soul Sect disciples flew back overhead. He could faintly hear their curses drifting down from above.
Clearly, they had discovered the traces of the earlier battle and realized that fellow disciples had fallen here.
Wang Yu stopped again and silently waited for the Black Soul Sect disciples to leave. Only then did he rise quietly into the air and fly to the top of the tallest tree nearby. Concealing himself among its thick leaves, he surveyed his surroundings once more.
Relying on their numbers, those Black Soul Sect disciples had actually flown openly through the sky. Were they truly foolish, or did they have some other purpose?
As Wang Yu pondered this, he vaguely felt that the behavior of those Black Soul Sect disciples was rather strange.
In the direction they had gone, he could