"Bang bang bang~"
The distant battle finally came to an end, and two figures from the Taiwang Palace's Divine Realm Sixth Level soared out, blood spilling from their mouths. A master, with flesh and blood mangled and a pale face, seemed to be severely injured.
Zheng Tianren, Zhong Zhiyong, and Crimson Flame flew out from the black mist. As soon as Zheng Tianren emerged, he began searching for the ancient coffin, while Crimson Flame immediately flew to the ground, looking for Ding Fan's hiding place.
"Where did the young master go?"
Crimson Flame's eyes sparkled, and Zhong Zhiyong quickly realized as well, glancing at the cave with a very grim expression. Zheng Tianren also snapped out of it, looking in the same direction, and his face changed instantly.
"Whoosh~"
