The two of them sped dozens of miles before they finally found a place to hide and rest.
The cultivator that was rescued looked about the same age as Lin Feng, around eighteen or nineteen. He was a bit thin, but his eyes shone with determination, clearly a person of strong will.
"I am Sikong Zhaiyue, thanks for the rescue, brother..." Sikong Zhaiyue said gratefully with a fist and palm salute.
"No need to be polite! I am Lin Feng!" Lin Feng replied, returning the salute, "Sadly, the others are all dead."
Sikong Zhaiyue nodded, saying, "These soul soldiers are truly terrifying. We started with a group of sixteen, and after encountering two groups of soul soldiers, I'm the only one still alive."
Through conversation, Lin Feng learned that Sikong Zhaiyue and the others had formed a temporary team after meeting outside the Ancient God Demon Battlefield. The team included some powerful members but still struggled to fend off the soul soldiers' attacks.
