At the edge of the chaotic battlefield, Song Yan flitted through the mountain woods like a phantom.
The Hidden Sword Spirit-Concealing Art, combined with the Water-Mirror Headband, concealed his presence completely.
Without some special Pupil Technique, anyone looking down over the battlefield from the sky would find his figure almost indistinguishable from a fallen leaf among the foothills.
At that moment, the outskirts of the Forbidden Ground and all of Dragonhead Mountain were in chaos. Halls collapsed and trees burned. On this battlefield, Song Yan remained utterly inconspicuous even when moving at full speed.
He dared not go anywhere crowded.
Crowds meant targets, meant attracting the attention of high-level cultivators.
Once his whereabouts were exposed and that Golden Core Realm cultivator came after him, not only would he certainly die, but any fellow disciples gathered around him would also be fish caught in the disaster, ground to dust.
Who exactly was that person?
A cultivator from the Qin Household? Unlikely. If he belonged to the Qin Lineage, he would probably have appeared during the great battle with Nangong.
I don't know this person at all.
Song Yan went through everyone he had offended in his mind, even wondering whether Dog Sheng had stirred up trouble in the Demon Ruins while wearing his face and brought this enemy upon him.
However he turned it over, he could find no answer.
What should I do?
He roamed along the battlefield's edge, occasionally raising his head to assess the situation, his gaze sweeping across the sky.
Demonic clouds churned, and countless streaks of escaping light darted through the air.
Trying to force his way out under the present circumstances would be no different from seeking his own death.
That Golden Core Realm cultivator's killing intent hung over him like a suspended sword. The