Yang Yuanhong did not linger over the two dead cultivators. He began carefully searching this battlefield.
"Hmm? Found it!"
Not long after, his eyes lit up. From a dirt pit, he retrieved a damaged Wood Kite bearing the Dongfang Family seal.
Yang Yuanhong had previously learned from Dongfang Yingcai that puppet creations bearing the Dongfang Family seal were never sold outside the family and could only be used by Dongfang Family cultivators.
This was an extremely important clue. At the very least, it showed that Dongfang Family cultivators had taken part in the battle here, and that he had not gone in the wrong direction.
He then used the bloodstains left by the fighting and the lingering fluctuations of true essence to determine the direction in which the surviving cultivators had gone.
"They went deeper in. Brother Yinghao, you'd better stay alive, or wouldn't this trip of mine have been all for nothing?"
Yang Yuanhong muttered to himself, then flashed away. As he headed deeper into the hunting grounds, he casually smashed to death two Demon Beasts lying in ambush in the shadows.
Meanwhile, inside a cave deep within the hunting grounds, Dongfang Yinghao was circulating his true essence with all his might, helping a cultivator who had lost the lower half of his body refine medicinal power and heal his injuries.
"Fellow Daoist! Fellow Daoist! Don't die, don't die! I'm really scared on my own. Please hold on! Just give me another quarter-hour, and I can save your life!"
As he tried to save the man's life, tears streamed down his face, and he continued pleading desperately.
But this cultivator's injuries were simply too severe. Though he could still hear Dongfang Yinghao's words, he could no longer make a sound.
Bloody foam continuously flowed from his mouth, and his