Having expended almost all of his profound energy in the previous attack, Elder B had little means left to defend himself. Even if he possessed the capability, the blood-red eyes of the cripple demoralised him so much that he had lost any will he had left to fight. Thus, without wasting a single moment, he immediately turned around and started running off.
Yun Lei was not a single bit surprised by this. The longer the moments went on, the more he was piecing together the conspiracy of the Holy Creek Sect. What was merely jumbled fragments before were now starting to form a cohesive picture that neatly tied everything together. From the behaviour of the Quans to the current ongoing battle, he understood it all. And what lied at the centre was the profound art cultivated by the Holy Creek Sect: The Yin Drain Art.
