Shi Xiaole was not in a hurry to pursue.
Because he also saw Wang Yangming and others who were hanging in mid-air.
"Flee!"
The masters of the Bloody Red Altar scattered like birds. What kind of joke was this? If even their master had failed, their lingerings would spell certain death.
Regarding these Devil Path martial arts masters who used the lives of innocent people for cultivation, Shi Xiaole had no fondness; he would kill one if he caught one, and two if he seized a pair.
In no time at all, only a few lone individuals managed to escape. Without the protection of the Bloody Red Altar, they wouldn't dare to be outrageous in the Martial World.
"Brother Shi, I didn't expect us to meet again here."
Having been freed from the ropes and his strength restored, Wang Yangming looked at Shi Xiaole with great emotion.
Some people, their strength truly couldn't be measured in ordinary ways.
Indeed, Shi Xiaole was such a person.
