"Da Lang, we've found Er Lang..." The cultivator who rushed in kept his head lowered, not daring to look at Su Yihong.
"Bring it forward."
Su Yihong's expression showed no change, but those familiar with him could detect an irrepressible killing intent in his gaze.
The cultivator standing to the side waved his hand, and two trembling Powerful Warriors approached cautiously—one holding a broken corpse, the other carrying a severed head.
Su Yihong's stare was as sharp as a blade, fixated on the head. Those around him felt a chill rise in their hearts. At this moment, only He Guo dared to speak. In a low voice, he said, "Da Lang, Er Lang and the others' bodies are incomplete and bear evident tampering. It's impossible to discern the weapon that caused these injuries."
Su Yihong let out a cold snort. "Has it been determined who escaped?"
He Guo replied in a solemn tone, "Zhang Yan."
