In the wilderness outside the Black City, dozens of Beastmasters were gathered, watching the large-scale Beast tide in the distance.
The black-robed Bo Yang had a smile on his face that no one could see. He asked, "How is Elder Hao now?"
A Gold-level Beastmaster immediately checked the candle in his hand and replied, "There's still a weak aura. But… he won't be able to hold on for long."
It was a skill that allowed a Beastmaster to spy on Hao Wanyang's life force and also used to grasp the life and death situation of the Salvation Sect's important figures.
"Elder, could it be that Elder Hao's memories have been forcefully deciphered? In that case…"
"What a good-for-nothing. All he knew was how to please the Sect Master. In the end, he can't even settle the mess in his hands." Bo Yang scolded.
The surrounding Beastmasters had strange looks on their expression. They were quite afraid of the fights between the higher-ups.