Seeing how unhurried Lin He was, Han Li grew thoughtful, while Dong Xuan'er asked,
"Senior Brother Lin, why aren't we killing that Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator ahead?"
Lin He shook his head. "The Golden Drum Plains battlefield is enormous. Even an early Core Formation cultivator's spiritual sense can only probe an area ten li around them, let alone Foundation Establishment cultivators like us. Being able to investigate a few li around us is already quite good. That makes finding those Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators no easy task."
Understanding dawned on Senior Sister Chen. "So that's it. No wonder you're following him so leisurely. You want that Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator ahead to lead the way."
Dong Xuan'er realized it too. "That man can't shake us off. To stay alive, he can only seek help from other Ghost Spirit Sect cultivators. Only by creating confusion will he have any hope of surviving."
"These people of the Demonic Path would sacrifice their fellow disciples just to survive. They truly have neither feeling nor loyalty."
Wu Xuan sighed, yet his remark drew not a single word of agreement. Even Lin He was wondering whether he would do the same as that Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator if a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator were pursuing him.
As he pondered this, he continued controlling Lan Chou's flight on the Golden Rain Sword.
Sure enough, just as Lin He had expected, several cultivators from other Demonic Path sects spotted the fleeing Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator and hurried to keep their distance, afraid of being caught up in the trouble. Yet Lan Chou merely sent out a few streaks of blood-red light, easily killing them and collecting their Storage Bags.
The man ahead clearly possessed a secret technique for sensing his fellow disciples. Before long, he found another