He had seen the other Demon Path disciples die, so he certainly wouldn't underestimate... the genius before him whose foundation was utterly destroyed.
"What a thankless job."
The person in black shook his head and sighed. He had been assigned this mission because he specialized in stealth and assassination, and his Illusion and Reality Transformation ability allowed him to escape even if he failed.
"SWISH."
His rest over, he once again vanished into the rift between illusion and reality, his figure slowly fading from the two women's sight.
'I need to be more careful.'
Not far away, Zhao Zuo was rushing toward the battlefield. After Meng Xudao's sudden departure, the Loose Cultivator forces had disbanded on the spot.
They even started fighting amongst themselves, scrambling for the Storage Bags on the corpses of the Demon Path disciples. No wonder Meng Xudao had called them a disorganized mob.
