Zhou Cui panted his way back shortly after, but there was no longer any sign of Han Feiyu. His expression twisted with frustration as he cursed under his breath like a farmer whose prize pig had escaped the pen.
"Hmph! That bastard slipped through my fingers like an eel in muddy water. I'll not let this rest. Junior Brother, you..." Zhou Cui cut himself off mid-sentence.
He'd already sent his spirit sense sweeping through the surroundings after sensing unusual battle fluctuations rippling through the air.
His spiritual awareness immediately stumbled upon the exploded body parts of Guo Shan piled in a certain region not far away.
He instinctively took three steps back, his face draining of color, stern fear blooming in his eyes like frost spreading across a window.
"You... You... You killed Guo Shan?!" Zhou Cui stuttered in disbelief, even though the answer lay scattered before him in crimson pieces.
