After moving away, the oppressive feeling gradually disappeared, and the hearts of the group of five finally settled.
Suddenly, two figures flew swiftly from afar, appearing exceptionally disheveled.
When they got closer, Li Qian realized they were people from the Qingfeng Daoist School.
However, the previously arrogant servant disciple Jiang Xun had lost an arm, and half of his body seemed almost torn apart, his aura much weaker.
The other person was also obviously injured.
A team of five, now only two remained, and with these two being seriously injured, their condition was extremely dire. The other three likely faced a grim fate.
"Jiang Xun, what happened to you? Were you chased by demonic spawn?"
Chang Yu couldn't help but tease.
"Hmph..."
The servant disciple of the Qingfeng Daoist School, Jiang Xun, snorted coldly, saying nothing.
This time, it could only be considered their bad luck.
