'Anyway… today's harvest was quite bountiful.'
The two of them didn't linger any longer. Su Mo transformed the red-robed guys they had knocked out into small lizards and collected them inside the storage ring.
With a final glance at the ruined battlefield, they turned and left.
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Meanwhile.
Far away from the forest, in a secluded area hidden deep within the terrain, Wu Chaochang staggered to a stop.
His breathing was uneven, his clothes slightly dishevelled, and traces of blood could still be seen at the corners of his lips.
His expression was dark. Filled with fury. And a trace of fear.
"Shit!"
He clenched his fists tightly.
"Where the hell did those old fogies come from?!"
His voice was filled with frustration.
"Did the Sect Leader of the White Moon Sect get kicked in the head by a donkey?!"
"Why are monsters like that still just Outer Elders?!"
The more he thought about it, the more something felt off.
It didn't make sense.
