Nearly 200 years had passed since the invading cultivator had slipped through her fingers. Lian was currently sweaty and bloody as she was hung but her wrists.
She had engaged the Raptors, the greatest flight power they had in the spirits forsaken realm, but they found nothing. There was not a single trace of the Sky Realm cultivator and his strange artifact.
They had found some of the wayward villagers but they were useless. They had been turned into resources once it was confirmed they knew nothing.
All the wasted personnel and the lost village to raise local resources was actually not bad since most of it was trash, but the Sky Realm cultivator was another matter.
She had hidden his existence and let him get away. She had clearly been lax since none of the villages under her control had any standing orders about such things.
