The violent clash that had shaken the forest moments ago slowly faded into an uneasy calm. Broken trees lay scattered in all directions, their trunks snapped or uprooted entirely.
The ground was uneven, cracked in several places, and littered with fallen leaves and shattered stone. The lingering traces of spiritual energy still drifted faintly in the air, but the oppressive killing intent had already dispersed.
In that silence, Yang Qingxi's voice sounded particularly clear.
"Why can't we sense him?"
Her brows were tightly knit, her tone filled with confusion and a hint of lingering frustration. It didn't make sense to her. Their cultivation levels were clearly above Wu Chaochang's. No matter how skilled he was, hiding completely from their spiritual sense shouldn't have been possible.
Su Mo stood calmly beside her, his posture relaxed as if the earlier battle had been nothing more than a trivial exercise.
