"Master Ancestor, look..."
Lin Zimu looked at the devastation all around with no one in sight, and couldn't help but start to worry.
The disciples tasked with descending the mountain were all formidable Inner Sect Disciples of the Ancient Abyss Sect, some even reaching the early stages of Foundation Establishment.
Now they were either dead, or missing without a trace, their lives uncertain.
Lin Zimu was usually a gentle-natured person, never provoking others or bullying the weak. But this time, it crossed his line.
Yang Yan glanced at Lin Zimu and the other disciples nearby, his eyes flickering with a cold light.
This attack was undoubtedly aimed at the Ancient Abyss Sect.
The lives of others might not matter much to Yang Yan, but his own people were also missing from this trial, so he must avenge them.
The only thing that comforted him was the faint presence of the four women, indicating they were still alive.
