The moon was bright and the stars sparse, with the occasional chirp of cicadas echoing in their ears.
The two chief deacons didn't take the Snake Demon's warning to heart at all and followed right after it.
Yang Yan had been left slightly behind; watching the two chief deacons charge into Yuwen Country together with the Snake Demon, a sudden sense of foreboding welled up in his heart.
"Stop! Stop, now!"
Yang Yan couldn't stop the two chief deacons ahead, but he could call to a halt the large group of Ancient Abyss Sect disciples behind him.
"Grandmaster Yang!"
The one rushing at the very front was naturally not the heavily injured Lin Zimu and Liu Yizheng, but a disciple Yang Yan didn't know.
His cultivation had also stepped into the eighth layer of Qi Cultivation—he must be quite a figure in the Inner Courtyard.
After that disciple stopped behind Yang Yan, he looked at him with a face full of confusion.
