Ouyang Feng was his younger brother. What if he had really been taken by the Blood Clan?
Ouyang Chen couldn't bear to imagine it, and his eyes instantly reddened.
Even the food in his hand lost its appeal. A lump formed in his throat, making it impossible to swallow.
"Have you found their base?"
"Not yet. But the higher we go, the fiercer the attacks become. I suspect their lair is up there."
"Alright, I'll go scout ahead. You all rest for a bit and catch up slowly."
After speaking, Feng Moxi shot upward, patted the Black Panther, and sped toward the summit.
Although Ouyang Chen was anxious, the group was utterly exhausted after three days and nights without rest.
He couldn't just worry about his own family and ignore his brothers-in-arms.
Besides, there was no advantage in fighting while exhausted.
Countless flying bats hidden in the darkness attacked them along the way, but they were all sent flying by Feng Moxi's Golden Blades.
