With that, he led his two disciples out of the mountains by another route.
Yet just as they were about to leave the mountains, they discovered that the demonic cultivator had already slaughtered the previous village and arrived at another village not far ahead of them to harvest flesh and blood.
Watching the burning homes and hearing the villagers' endless screams and wails, Gu Wuwei could only sigh helplessly, shake his head, and lead his two disciples in another direction.
It was not that he did not want to save those villagers. The enemy's cultivation was simply too strong; though he had the will, he lacked the strength.
"Enough, enough. Let's leave the Wild Forest first and report this matter to those great sects. Someone will naturally come deal with it then."
With his back to the suffering village, Gu Wuwei shook his head again and thought to himself, It's all fate. When Heaven turns a blind eye, there's nothing to be done.
But after taking only a few steps, he suddenly heard a young child's resolute shout from behind him: "The old immortal will come save us!!"
The moment that form of address reached his ears, Gu Wuwei's trudging figure abruptly froze. Then he heard more voices rising in agreement from within the village.
"That's right! Don't you get cocky! Once the old immortal of the forest arrives, you're dead!!"
"Even if you kill us all, the old immortal will avenge us!"
"The old immortal's powers are boundless! You fiend who has committed countless evils will surely come to no good end!"
"You—"
Rip!
After the sound of a fierce wind tearing through the air, the villagers' cries abruptly ceased. Then wave after wave of despairing sobs and howls rang out from within the village where blood and fire