The violent clash that had shaken the forest monts ago slowly faded into an uneasy calm. Broken trees lay scattered in all directions, their trunks snapped or uprooted entirely.
The ground was uneven, cracked in several places, and littered with fallen leaves and shattered stone. The lingering traces of spiritual energy still drifted faintly in the air, but the oppressive killing intent had already dispersed.
In that silence, Yang Qingxi’s voice sounded particularly clear.
"Why can’t we sense him?"
Her brows were tightly knit, her tone filled with confusion and a hint of lingering frustration. It didn’t make sense to her. Their cultivation levels were clearly above Wu Chaochang’s. No matter how skilled he was, hiding completely from their spiritual sense shouldn’t have been possible.
Su Mo stood calmly beside her, his posture relaxed as if the earlier battle had been nothing more than a trivial exercise.
He lightly stroked his long white beard, maintaining the composed deanour of a seasoned elder.
"Seems like a movent technique," he replied in an unhurried tone. "Sothing similar to invisibility... or perhaps more accurately, it conceals one’s presence entirely. Their deputy used sothing similar during the fight."
Yang Qingxi narrowed her eyes slightly, clearly dissatisfied with that explanation. "That ans you must have a way to deal with it," she pressed. "What are you waiting for? Hurry and catch him."
Su Mo gave a small, almost amused smile. "Relax a little, Miss Yang."
"Relax?" Yang Qingxi’s voice rose imdiately, her earlier composure cracking. "How can I relax?! I can’t let that bastard go!"
She turned to look at him directly, her gaze sharp. "I almost died just now. Don’t you care?"
For a brief mont, Su Mo paused. His heart trembled. His expression didn’t change much, but his tone softened slightly.
"Calm down, Miss Yang," he said. "He can’t escape."
Seeing that she was still unconvinced, he continued, "Rember, that charm is still with him. I can sense his location at any ti."
Yang Qingxi blinked, her anger faltering for a mont. "Then why not go after him now?"
Su Mo shook his head lightly. "Because now is not the right ti to deal with him."
After a mont of hesitation, Yang Qingxi’s tense expression gradually eased. The frustration in her eyes didn’t disappear completely, but she no longer insisted. She understood the implication in his words.
"...Does that charm have a GPS function or sothing?" she asked, her tone turning slightly strange.
Su Mo coughed lightly, maintaining his composed image. "Not just that. It is far more than that."
He paused briefly before adding in a slightly mysterious tone, "In any case, we can learn more about that technique from their deputy leader."
With that, the two of them turned back toward the earlier battlefield.
However, when they arrived at the place where Su Mo had fought with the deputy.
There was no one. That ant not just Wu Chaochang. Even Number Two had disappeared.
Su Mo’s steps halted slightly. For the first ti, his expression showed a trace of awkwardness.
"...Damn. I was careless."
Even after activating his Devil’s Eyes and scanning the surroundings thoroughly, he couldn’t detect any trace of the deputy’s presence.
He glanced sideways.
Yang Qingxi was already looking at him with a cold expression, her eyes carrying a clear "I knew it" kind of judgnt.
She snorted softly.
Su Mo coughed once, regaining his composure as if nothing had happened.
"Forget it. Be that as it may, our purpose for today has already been accomplished."
Yang Qingxi waved her hand lightly, as if dismissing the matter entirely.
"As for that damned protagonist... We’ll deal with him slowly."
Her tone beca slightly displeased at the end. "How dare he throw a bomb at ?!"
Speaking of this, Yang Qingxi’s anger reignited instantly.
"That bastard!" she muttered under her breath, her face darkening. The more she thought about it, the more annoyed she beca. She stepped forward and stomped hard on a nearby rock—thud!—cracking it slightly just to vent her frustration.
Su Mo glanced at her briefly before shifting the topic. "Speaking of that bomb, the explosion just now was quite unusual. It contained a considerable amount of spiritual energy."
He narrowed his eyes slightly as he recalled the scene. "Ordinary explosives shouldn’t have any effect on us."
Yang Qingxi’s brows furrowed as she thought about it. "I think... I’ve seen sothing similar in the system store."
Su Mo’s interest was imdiately piqued. "Really?"
He nodded thoughtfully. "Then we should take a look later."
After saying that, his expression suddenly turned a bit strange, as if he had noticed sothing.
"...Why is this guy back?"
Yang Qingxi followed his gaze and also raised an eyebrow, her expression equally odd. "Whatever. We’ll find out soon enough."
Within the next few seconds, both of them casually extended their spiritual energy. The scattered red-robed figures who had been knocked unconscious earlier were lifted off the ground one by one, as if pulled by an invisible force, and gathered into a single spot.
The scene looked almost effortless.
At the edge of the ruined clearing, a figure stood hesitantly.
Lin Fan.
Yes, he had returned. After sending Butcher Deng to a safe distance.
His clothes were slightly dishevelled, his expression a mixture of excitent, nervousness, and heartfelt gratitude.
His gaze remained fixed on the white-robed "elder" before him, unable to look away.
To him, this was no ordinary person.
This mysterious expert was his saviour.
"Young man," Su Mo spoke slowly, maintaining his calm and dignified tone. His hand gently stroked his long white beard as he looked at Lin Fan with a composed expression. "Why have you returned?"
Standing beside him, Yang Qingxi lowered her head slightly, her shoulders trembling faintly as she struggled to suppress her laughter.
Lin Fan didn’t notice anything amiss.
His mind was still reeling from the shock of the magical battle that had happened in this forest. Even from the sounds from afar, he could tell, only powerful artillery to match this level of destructiveness.
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