"Retreat!"
A terrifying heat wave spread outward. Although Dao Feng was not afraid of it, he immediately led the group to retreat. Countless Sword Emanations Race beings combusted into flames, lighting up the dark gorge. The group saw Jiang Yi's body being cut up into pieces and then turned to one another, at a loss as to what was to be done.
"What a character."
After the flames dissipated, Dao Feng led the group forward. They stood at the edge of the cliff and looked around. Once they were sure that the spatial zone turbulence was real, one of the young masters laughed mirthlessly. "He got away easy. I wanted to grab him and execute him."
"Let's go!"
Another young master waved his hand and led the group out where they came from. Now that Jiang Yi was dead, they had one thing struck off their minds. They finally got the revenge they wanted. Time was precious, and they did not want to waste another second here.
"Eh!"