The Feng Lineage Ancestor's Worries

The Feng Lineage Ancestor swayed, and in a flash, he was already outside the grand formation around the tomb. He reached fiercely into the void, and after space rippled slightly, a sound-transmission talisman appeared in his hand.

This sound-transmission talisman had been sent by a Feng Lineage disciple. Unless they had encountered something important, they would never have used one.

The Feng Lineage Ancestor's heart clenched, and his sense of unease grew stronger and stronger.

As he sank his Divine Sense into it, the Feng Lineage Ancestor's face darkened in an instant. He crushed the sound-transmission talisman in his hand.

In the tomb where Li Yan had previously stayed, the Feng Lineage Ancestor stood in a passageway with an ugly expression.

Before him stood the lower half of a corpse, with only its feet remaining. From its clothing, he had already confirmed that it belonged to a male disciple of "Falling Star Valley."

Meanwhile, the head of a collateral branch was continuously recounting what had happened. They had only come here to search for Feng Zaiyu after receiving the Feng Lineage Ancestor's orders.

"You saw all this when you arrived? Were there any other ghostly creatures?"

The Feng Lineage Ancestor asked with a face as dark as water. He had contacted Feng Zaiyu again just now. Everything was normal on Feng Zaiyu's side, but they did not know what had happened here.

Feng Zaiyu was currently setting up a few simple formations around the blood pool. Afterward, he would hurry over here.

"Reporting to Ancestor, from this point onward, there are large numbers of dead corpse bees in seven passages more than ten li deeper inside, as well as... as well as five Feng Lineage disciples' corpses. Their bodies have nearly been completely destroyed..."

As this collateral branch head spoke