"What are you standing there for? Seal it up!"

The commander glared at his men beside him, then happily left with Zhou Heng.

"Go ahead, I'm going to take a rest!"

After Zhou Heng came out, he waved his hand and let the commander leave.

Then he found a room to rest.

After sitting cross-legged, he began to practice the Holy Dragon Technique.

Before I knew it, time began to pass.

…

Red Flame Mountain.

Periphery.

Gao Xiaotian, Wei De, and others stood at the entrance of a valley.

"What's going on? I can't find anyone at all!"

Wei De's face turned pale: "Three of my men were killed!"

"Two of my men died, too!"

Yuchi Xiong also gritted his teeth and said, "This demon cultivator is too cunning, how abominable! They have helpers!"

"Did any of your people see anyone go out?"

Gao Xiaotian glanced at everyone, then turned his attention to the disciples around him.

"No!"

“Never seen it!”

“…”

Everyone responded.

Only a few people from Lingxiao Sect answered with a guilty conscience.

However, with so many people present, no one noticed their expressions.

"Damn it, did this bastard escape?!"

A white-haired old man gritted his teeth and said, "We must find them. I will grind their bones and turn them into ashes!"

He is none other than the Great Elder Bai of the Hundred Clan.

"Elder Bai, among the many of us, only your people were not injured. Could it be that you let them go?"

"If that's the case, you're letting the tiger go back to the mountain!"

Gao Xiaotian looked at Elder Bai coldly and asked in a deep voice.

"Bullshit! He and my Bai family have a blood feud. How could I let him go?"

Elder Bai roared angrily, his eyes almost spitting fire.