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The two airships flew for most of the day and arrived at the massacred city at dusk.

The flying boat hovered a hundred feet above the city.

Li Hanshan stood at the gunwale, looking down.

It was a vast city, with towering walls and an expansive area, capable of holding at least a million people. But now, the entire city had become a giant tomb. Most of the city walls had collapsed, almost all the buildings within the city were destroyed, and charred remains were everywhere among the ruins.

Corpses were everywhere—in the streets, in the houses, and under the city walls.

Millions of corpses.

The corpses died in extremely gruesome ways, as if some evil magic had drained their lifeblood, leaving only shriveled husks. Their skin was an eerie grayish-white, clinging tightly to their bones, their features distorted, their mouths wide open, as if they had endured immense suffering before death.

The air was filled with a strong, stench of decay, mixed with the smell of blood and burning, making one want to vomit.

What alarmed Li Hanshan even more was the faint, sinister aura in the air.

He recognized that aura all too well. The Yinming Sect.

"It is indeed the work of the Yinming Sect." The solemn voice of the Hehuan Sect Master came from the bow of the ship.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master leaped off the flying boat and landed in the city.

"Most of the malevolent energy here has dissipated; he must have been walking for at least two days."

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect also landed and walked around the city. Her divine sense probed into the ground, sensing the residual spiritual energy fluctuations underground. After a moment, she shook her head.

"We can't find any trace of him. He used some kind of concealment method, even erasing his presence."

The Grand Elder flew down from the flying boat and landed beside the Sect Master, saying in a deep voice, "Sect Master, should we split up and pursue them?"

"No," the sect leader shook his head. "If we split up and pursue them separately, it's exactly what he wants. He'd love for us to disperse so he can defeat us one by one."

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master stood up, his face grim: "Then what do we do? Just wait here?"

The sect leader was silent for a moment, then said, "We'll guard this area. He killed so many people to recover his strength. Once he's recovered somewhat, he'll definitely strike again. Then we'll follow the trail and catch him."

Although this method is passive, it is the only option at present.

As the sect leader had predicted, the demon struck again in the days that followed.

Five days later, a city with 500,000 people to the west was massacred.

Ten days later, a city to the north with a population of 800,000 was massacred.

Eighteen days later, another city with a million inhabitants to the east was massacred.

Each time, the people from both sects arrived only afterward. That demon was like an eel, slippery and elusive, always disappearing before they even arrived. The Nascent Soul cultivators from both sects were exhausted from running around, yet they couldn't even catch a glimpse of the demon.

"Damn it!" The Heavenly Demon Sect Master slammed his fist on the table in front of him, shattering it. His face was ashen. "He's playing us!"

The sect leader of the Hehuan Sect also looked grim. For over a month, they had traveled to more than a dozen places, only to find nothing each time.

That demon always seemed to know their movements in advance, making his escape before they even arrived.

"He must have some kind of detection method," the sect leader said in a deep voice, "to sense our location."

The elder frowned: "Then what should we do? We can't just let him lead us by the nose like this."

The Second Elder leaned against the ship's railing, unusually without a smile. Looking at the distant horizon, she said calmly, "Unless we can find a way to track him down, we'll always be on the defensive."

"Tracking down a Nascent Soul stage demon? That's incredibly difficult."

The more the Nascent Soul cultivators spoke, the worse their expressions became.

This demon lord, who has slaughtered so many cities, is constantly recovering his strength.

Once they recover to a certain extent, the other party will likely take action against them.

Li Hanshan stood in the corner, listening to the discussion of the Nascent Soul cultivators, while also making his own calculations.

Just then, a faint divine sense transmission entered his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Senior, I have a way."

It's Xiao An.

Li Hanshan felt a chill run down his spine, but remained outwardly calm as he quietly sent a wisp of his divine sense into the Soul Banner.

"What method?"