In the pouring rain, the two groups parted ways.
They didn't say goodbye to those refugees, instead transformed into two arrows shot in opposite directions through the rain curtain.
Just as they were about to leave this mountainous region, they heard a rumble from the earth, and rays of light seemed to flash violently above the clouds.
Then came the abrupt sound of the Ningxue Sword: "Fire Demon! Where do you think you're going!"
The five words barely finished, and the word "going" had already drifted far away...
It was above the clouds, where experts were clashing.
Fang Che and his group quickened their pace.
They cleared away once more the hidden dangers exposed by the torrential rain. They kept clearing until they exited the mountain range, arriving at the place where bodies were gathered for burial.
Then they began another search for bodies.
They kept gathering and burying bodies as they headed back.
