"Hm?"
Du Jiugao stared in confusion, peering out and scanning the area.
Under the cover of night, the inn was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
"Zhang Hu!"
"Liu Dapeng!"
"Where did you all go?"
Du Jiugao called out several times, but there was no response.
He immediately realized something was wrong, frowning deeply.
There were only two possibilities for the current situation:
First, all his disciples had betrayed him;
Second, someone had killed or knocked out all thirty disciples right under his nose.
However, what astonished Du Jiugao was that neither of these scenarios had occurred.
Because in his Divine Soul Perception, there was not a single person outside.
There were no living people, nor were there any corpses.
There was no smell of blood in the air.
Thirty elite disciples had vanished into thin air, evaporated from the world.
