The Six Wolves of the Sky were all annihilated, their bones buried in foreign lands.
After a quick check, only two of them had Sumi Mustard Seed Bags, which were taken by Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo, one each.
Next, they turned to face Yan Qi.
As Yan Qi looked at Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo, a strong sense of unease filled his eyes.
The formidable Six Wolves of the Sky had been cut down like vegetables in an instant, would they spare him?
He, with his cultivation level blocked, did not escape before and now, he did not dare to do so either.
At this moment, he anxiously watched Lu Yan and Shen Yinuo, waiting for the judgement of fate.
"Lead the way to Zhao Sirong,"
Lu Yan commanded coldly.
Yan Qi felt hopeful.
They still needed to find Zhao Sirong. As long as they needed something from him, there was hope for his survival.
"Yes, yes, I planted a poison in Zhao Sirong's body. This one-horned centipede can trace Zhao Sirong's whereabouts. If only..."