Afraid that they would expose their tracks and be slaughtered by Lin Xuan, Gong Yangde and the others ordered the demon beasts to run towards the Qing Miao Clan while sticking close to the water.
Soon, they fled back to their territory.
Gong Yangde turned around and looked at the distant sky. His heart was still racing.
"God, everyone says that the people of the sea are outstanding and that there are low-key powerhouses. It seems like it's indeed so!"
"If we had gotten closer just now, how could we have survived?"
After he dismissed his followers, he immediately rushed to the house where his brother, Gong Yangqi, was.
He opened the door.
The house made of green soil and brownish-red stone emitted a strange and terrifying aura.
Gong Yangde looked up.
He saw Gong Yangqi meditating at the table in front of the ancestral tablet.
