The smoke and dust dispersed.

The Firewood Daoist’s body was already broken and beaten into a pulp. His injuries were so cruel, they were hard to look at.

A streak of blood-colored light shot out of his corpse, quick as lightning, and charged deeper into the courtyard.

Su Yi seemed to have anticipated this. 

He made no attempt to stop the light. Instead, he shot forth in a flash and followed it.

Whoosh!

In the blink of an eye, the streak of crimson light flew into an ancient well deep within the courtyard.

Su Yi arrived beside the well and reached into it with his divine sense. Moments later, his eyes flashed with a strange light.

“Just as I thought! There’s something off about this guy.”

As he pondered, Su Yi leaped into the ancient well.

Off in the distance, Yuan Heng recovered from his astonishment. He couldn’t help but look ashamed.

He’d planned to deal with the apparitions hiding amidst the pines and cypresses while Su Yi fought.

Who’d have guessed he’d get too distracted….?

Yuan Heng gnashed his teeth. I can’t do this next time, or he’ll be disappointed in me. 

“Run away! Everyone, hurry up and run—!”

“He’s too scary! That’s obviously an extremely powerful cultivator, like a god or imm...