At this moment, the puppet felt that its distance from the head of the Chex Plume was about four to five hundred miles.
Hum!
In an instant, the space around him rippled violently. The puppet took a step forward, disappearing from sight in a blink of an eye.
About twenty breaths later.
Boom!
The leader of the Chex Plume, a member of the Taixu Immortal Alliance, descended. When he saw the center below, a vast pit within a pile of ruins, and the severely crushed body of Taoist Yijian, his face instantly twisted into an extreme grimace.
His inner rage was so intense that it caused the sky and land around him to change dramatically, cloaking the area in a thick layer of dark clouds.
The head of the Chex Plume continued to inspect the area. He could sense a demonic power with the vigor of thunder and the faint presence of Taoist Yijian and other members of the Taixu Immortal Alliance.
But other presences, he could not sense.
