Lin Mu nodded hearing Cattaleya's assessment before rising to his feet.
His immortal sense expanded outward, probing the residual energy still clinging to the chamber. The remnants of Qi felt tainted, cold and hollow, as though the very essence of the victims had been siphoned away.
He turned toward Elyon, who was crouched near one of the tents, examining a blood stained weapon lying beside a corpse.
"These men were strong," Lin Mu said after a pause. "All of them are at the third tribulation stage of the immortal realm. That kind of cultivation would be rare even among mid-tier mercenary groups, much less bandits."
Elyon frowned deeply, his golden eyes reflecting the dim light of the cave. "That's what confuses me. From what I learned before, these bandits were not all immortals.
