Ye Luo's heart was gloomy to the extreme. If word of this matter got out, he would surely lose all face and be unable to hold his head up before the other Nether Emperors!
The secrets on that brat's body had not only escaped his investigation, but had even been personally sealed by him.
Yet in the end, not only had the other party recovered his cultivation, but his two subordinates, Fa Nan and Chi Han, had likely both fallen victim to his poisonous hands.
There was another matter that worried him now. If Li Yan, in order to delay for as long as possible, had directly thrown those two Nether Kings into the "River of Netherfall," the consequences would likewise be unbearable to him.
Such grievous losses had turned the first level of Shura, which he had always been proud of forging into an iron barrel, into an enormous joke.
This great hall contained communication formations linked to every sect in the city, intended to instantly notify every sect in Yellow Springs City whenever something major occurred.
Ye Luo's arrangements were quite reasonable. All he needed to do now was verify the identities of cultivators who had recently returned to the Yang Realm; in truth, it was enough to confirm transmissions from within the past day.
He feared a possibility that might already have become fact: perhaps that crafty poison cultivator's every action since arriving here several hours ago had merely been a feint.
Although he had inquired here about those Nascent Soul cultivators, that had actually been a prearranged part of the other party's plan.
He had merely feared that someone would investigate afterward. In truth, he had never left the city at all, only released a cloud of smoke before using his skills to escape in advance...