"Chen Yi?"
Gu Tiangang and Sun Daofu approached, their faces devoid of joy, glancing at the empty staircase behind him and asking:
"Where are the others?"
"Where is my disciple?"
"They will be out shortly."
Chen Yi responded, scrutinizing the people around him closely.
Earlier, using the Slaughter Sword Intent, he had sensed everything within a five-hundred-mile radius.
Over here at the lakeside camp.
Many martial world guests were either heavily injured or had died, and many of those alive were also seriously wounded.
Besides, nearby lay a circle of demon corpses, corpses from the Bai Shen Sect and barbarians.
Especially that one huge barbarian, even in death, his aura remained potent.
Further in the dense woods.
The area was teeming with demons and Barbarian Clan warriors, numbering up to sixty thousand.
Among them were not a few above fourth rank.
