The old man cursed. He struggled against the spiritual rope, but it wouldn't budge. They were trapped, unable to move or escape. All they could do was wait and hope that someone would come to their rescue.
** ** **
Meanwhile, Xing Chen and his team had sensed the disturbance in the spiritual energy.
It seemed like there was a battle going on not far from their location. Xing Chen's eyes narrowed; this could be their chance to eliminate one of the opposing teams.
He gestured to his team, and they moved stealthily hiding their presence and breaths, towards the source of the disturbance.
As they approached, they could see a figure suspended high up in the air, tied to a tree branch with spiritual rope.
It was the old man leading the demonic cultivators, struggling against his bonds.
Zhao Fan was far away, but they weren't.
"Looks like the scholar has done some work for us," Xing Chen said with a smirk because their team also has met a scholar.
