The sun hung low on the horizon as Wang Li and his closest followers scoured the battlefields, moving through the wounded beasts and shattered remains of Lin Yun's forces.
The aftermath of the battle had left scars on the land, but Wang Li's focus was set on one goal: finding Lin Yun and putting an end to his schemes once and for all.
The captured members of Lin Yun's faction had been rounded up, bound, and lined before Wang Li, fear evident in their eyes as he approached them.
Wang Li's gaze was cold as steel as he surveyed the defeated cultivators. One of them, a middle-aged man with a scar over his right eye, trembled visibly as Wang Li stopped in front of him.
"Where is Lin Yun hiding?" Wang Li demanded, his tone as calm as it was terrifying.