In just a few dozen breaths, the roaring forest fell completely silent, the battle's outcome decisively settled.
The forest was a scene of devastation, littered with splattered blood, explosive craters, and splintered trees. Amidst the wreckage, two figures stood facing each other.
The forest was silent, save for the man from the Longevity Sect, who was gasping for breath, his Magical Power seemingly exhausted.
"Fellow Daoist, sorry about just now. I thought you were their accomplice…"
The man looked up at Chu Mu, speaking with some difficulty.
"It's nothing."
Chu Mu waved his hand dismissively. As he began to collect his spoils, a dangerous thought continued to swirl in his mind.
In the end, however, Chu Mu suppressed the dangerous thought.
'Based on my calculations, the Longevity Sect's reinforcements should be arriving soon.'
"Fellow Daoist, you're incredible! In all my years of Cultivation, I've never seen anyone hone their Magic to such a degree!"
"Is that so?"
