"What's going on? Why haven't we heard anything yet?"
The cultivators of the Ye Clan, following close behind, were all bewildered.
They had traveled all this way without a single sign of a struggle.
"Has he still not caught up?"
Ye Xingwang, his face filled with Evil Qi, ground his teeth.
The plan was for Ye Leyou to go on ahead, partly to intercept Chen Che early, and partly to make their target lower his guard, thinking only one person was in pursuit. Meanwhile, the rest of them would follow behind, deploying their forces to cut off any escape.
"Could something have gone wrong?"
As they flew at high speed, Ye Juming's brow furrowed.
An ominous feeling bloomed in his heart.
"Impossible. Absolutely impossible. Third Brother's strength is plain for all to see. Even if he's no match for that brat, he should be able to hold him up for a while. Maybe he just hasn't found an opening to strike. We need to hurry and catch up! We can't let that brat escape!"
