Over half a mile away, inside an old dyehouse.
The cloth and wooden racks that had been set out to dry had been shattered by force. A broken hole some six feet across pierced the wall and continued through several buildings.
A crater had appeared in the center of the dyehouse, with scorched lightning patterns, scraps of cloth, and black bloodstains remaining on the ground.
Nangong Ye stood at the other end of the breach, a three-foot sword in hand. Force steamed around his body, radiating a pressure that sent chills down the spine, but his eyes beneath his Veil Hat were filled with gravity.
Earlier, while Xie Jinhuan had been conducting his ancient-method interrogation at the Ye residence, he had been observing from a distance. Then the Mysterious Flute Tone had sounded farther away.
Realizing that the Nether God Sect was using Body-Devouring Gu to silence someone, he had immediately made his way here, blasted through the buildings with his palm technique, and hurled a bolt of Supreme Yang Thunder at the source of the sound.
But although every attack had hit, the target had not died on the spot. Instead, a cloud of black mist had burst out, and the target had vanished instantly, leaving only a few bloodstains behind.
To catch a big fish from the Nether God Sect, Nangong Ye had struck at full strength, regardless of the cost. Anyone who could take one of his blows head-on without dying could only be a peak first-grade Demon Path practitioner-the Nether God Sect operative refining the Blood Demon Pill!
With the true culprit almost within reach, Nangong Ye naturally wanted to seize the momentum, catch their tail, and bring them to justice on the spot. Even getting a clear look at their face and build would have