Time passed in the blink of an eye. Two days had gone by since the Fallen Valley's attack on the Shen Family. The number of Martial Artists watching from outside the estate dwindled. In their eyes, the Shen Family was at the end of its rope. Hiding in the back mountain was merely delaying the inevitable. Faced with so many powerful experts, the Shen Clan Members couldn't escape even if they grew wings.
Two days later, the Spirit Emperor Powerhouse waiting in mid-air finally lost his patience. It had been two full days, and the group that entered the back mountain still hadn't sent back any news. With a frown, his figure shot toward the Shen Family's back mountain.
"What's going on? It's been two days, and you can't even find a few stragglers? Are you waiting for me to take action myself?" the elderly man of the Spirit Emperor Tier demanded, having found the members of Fallen Valley, his expression frigid.
