The three who managed to strike in their ambush, Ye Ling and his companions, fled desperately. Their success hinged on the element of surprise, for how else could they have slain two individuals amidst the tight encirclement of eight Divine Infant Late Stage cultivators?
Ye Ling and the other two pushed their speed to the limit, leaving only fleeting shadows in the sky that whisked by like the wind before vanishing without a trace.
"Chase them! Kill them on sight!"
The remaining six powerhouses were seething with anger—how infuriating it was to lose two of their own in a single encounter! How would they explain this upon their return? Could they possibly say they had been careless?
As Ye Ling fled, he refined the Divine Infants he had absorbed from the two fallen enemies within his body. The terrifying power burned wildly within him, threatening to shatter the very fabric of the surrounding space with his aura.
"No good, they're too fast!"
