In the night wind, Gongsun Mo was shocked beyond measure.
The Supernatural Affairs Bureau's captains were all seasoned veterans. Based on past experience, killing an Astral Realm Demonic Cultivator one-on-one posed absolutely no problem for them.
Wen Mo could not only win, but kill three in a row?
Was his cultivation practically Invincible Among Peers?
But this was no time to stand around. After freezing for a few seconds, he said, "Wonderful! Let's break out in another direction!"
With wolves ahead and tigers behind, Gongsun Mo decided to leave by another route after joining up with Yue Wen.
The other man was a reputable Artifact Refiner in the rundown district, so he was not worried about him running off with his Corpse Puppet.
He simply had not expected this sudden turn of events, or that there would be another battle tonight. Now he rather regretted it.
Even if the enhancements were unfinished, he should have retrieved his Corpse Puppet sooner.
Wen Mo, Gongsun Mo, and Tang Mo-the remaining two and a half Astral Realm experts-hurriedly changed direction with the handful of Lower Three Realms disciples, racing ahead.
Just as the bedraggled group fled onward, three more dark figures suddenly flew out from the gardens.
Only when they drew closer did the group recognize the tall, burly Meng Mo, with two Corpse Puppets following behind him.
"Why did you only just come out?" Yue Wen asked suspiciously as he watched him fly over.
"I came out after finding a Dark Fiend Fruit. Everything went pretty smoothly. What happened to you?" Meng Mo sounded somewhat confused. "I heard lots of fighting, and people were shouting about Astral Realm guards in every direction. I thought you were tricking me-"
As he spoke, he looked at Gongsun Yan and the injured disciples. "What happened