Although Wang Yu's face remained expressionless, he was furious inside.
He had chosen this cave after sifting through countless possibilities, and he had been thoroughly satisfied with both its location and how well concealed it was.
Besides, carving out such a large cave had taken a considerable amount of time. All he had wanted was to hide here until the trial ended.
And if he had not fled quickly enough from that last strike, he might well have been injured.
Now, not only had his hiding place been destroyed, but judging by the words from above, these people seemed to have some way of locating members of the four sects even when they were hiding. A trace of killing intent stirred within him.
By then, not only had the Demonic Path disciples above gotten a clear look at Wang Yu below, but Wang Yu had also gotten a clear look at them.
Fortunately, there were not many of them, only four. Three clustered around a man in his thirties with a foxlike face.
The man wore silver robes and had alluring eyes, willow-leaf brows, and a pointed chin. If not for the prominent Adam's apple at his throat, Wang Yu might have mistaken him for a woman dressed as a man.
But what drew his attention more was the white crystal orb resting in the silver-robed man's hand. A small cluster of bloody light flickered faintly within it.
As soon as Wang Yu saw the crystal orb clearly, his eyes narrowed slightly.
Just then, the silver-robed man above raised his hand and beckoned. The enormous iron-brick-like magical artifact that had smashed into the ground immediately flew back into the air, shrinking rapidly along the way into a black brick half a foot long before landing in his hand.
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