"It seems that two more people have left."
Huang Yingying, who was watching outside, once again reminded.
Shi Chun calmly said, "It doesn't matter, we won't provoke others actively, only those who provoke us first."
He had enough patience. With the Nine Dragons of the Demon Altar dead and the Demon Altar unable to operate, they could only hide in the Extreme Abyss. With so many people suddenly disappearing, even for the safety of the Demon Altar, they had to send people to search everywhere.
He was in a position where he could advance or retreat at any time, ready for a hit-and-run strategy.
The night was dark with few stars, and the waterfall stirred up layers of mist.
Outside the Extreme Abyss, two figures flew out from within, hovering in the air. Pang Tiansheng gazed at the massive rift torn open; he didn't know who had destroyed his old lair like this. He had no memory of anyone attacking his old lair.
"It truly has fallen into decline." He sighed as he looked around.
