Bai Ziyue quickly returned to the battlefield. The rampant destruction made it seem as if the very earth and sky had shifted, leaving nothing of their original appearance.
However, he soon found the corpses of the cultivators he had killed first. With a slight gesture, he gathered up their Dharma treasures and storage bags.
At this moment, in the distance, a gigantic white tiger kicked up a whirlwind of black wind and charged over rapidly.
"Master, that old Daoist is too cunning. In the end, he still managed to escape."
Huu Dali, looking as though he had just experienced a great battle, said.
"Oh?"
Bai Ziyue glanced at him with a faint smile. Seeing Huu Dali nervously turn his head in panic, he spoke indifferently, "Let it not happen again."
Huu Dali breathed a sigh of relief, showing a hint of gratitude.
"Congratulations to the Kunlun Daoist on his victorious return!"
