After rescuing the disciples from Cuixiang Mountain, Zhong Ming was about to lead his people away to the location indicated by the clues.
What made him raise an eyebrow was that just as he was about to move, a bloodcurdling shriek suddenly echoed from the direction of Molten Fire Peak.
Yan Chen had also slain his Crow Demon.
However, after his victory, there wasn't a trace of joy on his face. Instead, his expression was incredibly grim.
Standing amidst the charred rubble, Yan Chen's knuckles were white from clenching his fists. A dark, somber light flickered deep in his fiery eyes. To kill this Crow Demon, Molten Fire Peak had lost nearly eighty percent of its disciples. And of those who had fallen, almost half had been incinerated by his own hand.
If there were no comparison, this wouldn't have been a big deal.
For a mid-stage Qi Cultivation cultivator to defeat a late-stage one was a victory against a higher-level opponent.
