In the dense forest, Ye Fan calmly hid in the fork of a large tree, concealing his aura, blending into the darkness.
More than ten cultivators carefully advanced, not willing to break away from the group, as the bloody lesson had happened not long ago.
An impatient cultivator rushed into Ye Fan, only to be blown apart within three moves. By the time the others arrived, they only saw pieces of flesh and traces of battle. Ye Fan had long vanished without a trace.
To prevent Ye Fan from picking them off one by one, they could only stick together, but this made finding Ye Fan even more elusive.
The Bai Yan wolf was watching from the side, convinced that none of these people were Ye Fan's match. Now, it could only keep them entangled, preventing Ye Fan from leaving, waiting for strong people to arrive, or its plan would fall apart.
