“Let’s go first.”
The black-bearded man narrowed his eyes, finally tearing his gaze away from Shen Yi, and cast a look at the pool of flesh and blood outside.
Although reckless killing without asking questions was rare among the Zhanyao (Demon-Slaying) people.
After all, no matter what, they were still working for the imperial court; certain rules had to be followed.
But in urgent situations, one must use discretion.
If this young disciple shouted to attract the full attention of Baiyun Cave, today’s matter would only become more troublesome.
This young man was decisive enough, albeit somewhat ruthless in method—no wonder he could temporarily take Meng Xiuwen’s place.
“Retreat.”
Mei Jiyao casually formed a hand seal.
With the cultivation level that they Zhanyao had, escaping from here wasn’t difficult at all.
Making as little noise as possible was naturally best.
Following the orders of the two Zhanyao officers, the group once again used their means and swiftly flew beyond the tree palace.
However, at this moment—
The massive ancient tree occupying the entire abyss suddenly trembled!