Under the covering of the towering ancient trees and dense leaves, the boundless forest on the mountains seemed to be extremely dark and quiet. An environment like this was the most suitable to conceal one’s tracks.

Sikong Hen had his hands behind his back as his eyes, that were like the tips of blades, were suffused with icy cold killing intent. Behind him were numerous shadows that flickered about, and then the 18 Golden Core Realm disciples of the Sikong Clan stood solemnly and respectfully as they awaited their orders.

Swoosh!

A black figure appeared before Sikong Hen like a specter, then bowed and said in a low voice. “Eldest Young Master, the rainstorm from yesterday was too strong, and the target’s tracks in this forest can’t be tracked any longer. But he’s surely hiding in this forest now.”

Sikong Hen waved his hand to order the Shadow Guard to withdraw himself, then he turned around to look at the people behind him and said in a low voice, “All of you form groups of three and push forward into the forest. Once you notice the target’s tracks, launch a Crimsonsun Flare immediately and don’t get tangled up with him!”

“Yes!” Everyone accepted their orders solemnly, and then they formed a total of six groups of three that spread out into arch before searching forward into the depths of the forest.

If you don’t die this time, then how will I, Sikong Hen, have any face...