At this moment, Xiluo, with a disheveled face, was dashing forward under the moonlight. His pace was fast, yet his steps were staggered as if he might collapse to the ground at any moment.
As he hurried on, the delight of surviving a calamity was still fresh on his sullen face: "Phew... Never again will I pledge loyalty to that old fool, White Sky Venerable. If I wasn't lucky this time, I would've already perished in that Human Sacrifice Tower."
Finishing his words, he glanced back fearfully, the towering Human Sacrifice Tower was becoming distant, almost out of sight. For some reason, Xiluo, with his notable Sub-Saint Realm Eighth Layer Heaven strength, didn't notice the dark shadow squatting in the roadside bushes.
In the bush, the shadow in the Night Travel Robe was Nantong, sent by Beiming to monitor Xiluo's actions. At this moment, Nantong held his breath and focused, as there was a noticeable gap in cultivation between him and Xiluo.
