What’s more troubling is the sheer number of Medicinal Soldiers—this squad has almost a hundred men. If surrounded, they’d be worn out through sheer fighting.

Qi Jingyun obviously realized this too, so he didn’t dare to confront them head-on; instead, he used Qinggong to leave immediately.

Seeing that Gu Qingheng was leaving, Ming Guang naturally wouldn’t linger in battle either; he used full force to exchange a palm strike with the opponent. As a result, he retreated three or four steps, while Flame was blown away. Yet the old man didn’t even look at the opponent; he turned around to chase Gu Qingheng instead.

By the time Flame steadied himself, the few people originally in the hall had vanished without a trace.

"Go find them!" Flame was so furious, he split the table with a chop, but suddenly clutched his chest. He was actually injured by the opponent’s strike. Who exactly was that old man?

Moxie, who had already gotten up, hurriedly led people to search around.

However, just after the people left, someone came to report, "Master, it’s bad! All those mutts left are now dead!"

Flame couldn’t afford to worry about his chest pains anymore; he turned around and rushed out, the sound of his black cloak fluttering.

Inside the valley’s iron fence, there was blood and shattered flesh everywhere, making it impossible to discern anything. Three mutts were lying on the ground, but only one dog’s corpse was intact; the other two had only half of their bodies left, clearly having been eaten by the last dog that died.

"What’s going on?" Flame felt his head throbbing.

"Don’t... don’t know." The church member responsible for guarding shook his head.

"Useless." That church member was directly slapped away by the enraged Flame, dying as he coughed up blood.

The remaining church members shrank their necks in terror, daring not to make a sound, fearing they’d be next to die.

"Gu Qingheng!" Flame ground out three words from between clenched teeth, "I will not rest until I destroy you!" He had been too confident, leading to disastrous losses now. He should have killed them from the start. Suddenly, his chest pained again, and he had to quietly calm his breathing before turning to leave. He wanted to personally tear that man apart.

Meanwhile, Gold was burping contentedly as he continued wandering around. Gosh, there are too many poisonous creatures here, enough to eat his fill every day. Life was too good; he didn’t want to leave.

Zhang Tiankuo and Yun Lan had already followed the patrol team to the Medicinal Stone mountain, because only there, Flame hadn’t taken Gu Qingheng. Therefore, those people might be hiding there.

Those laborers mechanically carried burdens back and forth, transporting the Medicinal Stone from the cave entrance to another cave on the other side, where people would refine these stones.

"Ow!" Suddenly, one laborer tripped on his shackles, directly sprawling on the ground, spilling Medicinal Stone everywhere.

"Don’t loaf around, get up," a church member came over, directly lashing the person with a whip.

The man screamed miserably, rolling over and quickly getting up to collect the stones.

But the church member apparently decided he was too slow, so he began whipping the man furiously: "Trash, making excuses to loaf around!"

The man screamed and rolled on the ground, the recently collected Medicinal Stone scattering again.

Although the other laborers showed sympathetic expressions, none dared to step forward and intervene.

Zhang Tiankuo’s hand involuntarily clenched, wanting to step forward, but was held back by Yun Lan. Yun Lan shook his head at him: at this moment, they absolutely couldn’t make a sound—it would easily expose them, and that would be trouble.