"It should be just ahead..."

The middle-aged man with the horse-like face looked at the two large, deeply indented, elephant-hoof-shaped footprints before him.

He looked up ahead again, then turned to Guardian Xiang and the old man with the hook-nose, asking, "Do we continue the pursuit?"

Just as he finished speaking, loud RUMBLING sounds erupted from behind a low, lead-gray hill in front of them.

It sounded as if people were engaged in a fierce battle.

The intensity of the battle was so high that even they, far as they were, could feel a slight tremor in the ground.

The old man with the hook-nose squinted, a black glint flashing in his murky pupils.

He seemed to have seen something, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said quickly, "Yellow Bear's Fly Shuttles are there. It looks like members of the Yellow Bear Organization are fighting that Walker Level Elephantman..."

Upon hearing this, the silent Guardian Xiang immediately spoke.

"Let's go."

Without waiting for the other two to respond, he followed the direction of the footprints and hurried forward.

The middle-aged man with the horse-like face and the old man with the hook-nose exchanged a glance. They said nothing, their eyes flickering, and quickly followed.

Neither the Elephant God Walk nor the Yellow Bear Organization were entities they could afford to offend.

Now that these two forces had collided...

They were also very curious about what the outcome would be.

The two quickly caught up to Guardian Xiang, and the three of them swiftly ascended a nearby low mining hill.

After reaching the summit, the sounds of battle, no longer muffled by the rock, became immense and clear.

The three carefully looked in the direction of the sounds.

They soon found the location of the battle.

Then, at a glance, they saw the massive form of the Elephant God Walk.

To their surprise, although the Elephant God Walk had indeed encountered people from the Yellow Bear Organization, this place even seemed to be a branch base of the Yellow Bear Organization.

But the vast majority of the Yellow Bear Organization members, who were in full battle readiness, were merely spectating, just like them.

Over a dozen Fly Shuttles hovered overhead, their cannon barrels raised, but none showed any sign of firing.

In the heart of the battle at that moment, only one figure was truly engaged with the Elephant God Walk.

That figure moved incredibly fast, transforming into streaks of afterimages across the field and stirring up clouds of dust.

Even with their collective strength, they found it difficult to clearly track him with the naked eye.

"He must be a top expert from within Yellow Bear!" The middle-aged man with the horse-like face watched the intense battle, his expression slightly tense, and murmured in a low voice, "To be able to go head-to-head with a Walker Level, and a Walker Level from the Elephant God Religion at that. At the very least, it would take a Flying Bear above the Gold Bear Level to do that... I never thought we'd encounter a Yellow Bear master of this caliber in the Old City Circle."

The old man with the hook-nose squinted, staring at the battle for a long time, but he still couldn't make out the figure's true appearance, only finding him vaguely familiar.

Rubbing his eyes, he gave up with a sigh. The black glint in his pupils faded as he snorted coldly and said, "That's why I said, recognizing that kid who took Pei Ye as the Demon Emperor is the best choice. Yellow Bear is powerful, boasting countless experts. Even a Flying Bear like this, who can easily suppress a Walker Level, isn't among their true top tier. Penglai has to bow its head before Yellow Bear. If our alliance could take this opportunity to be brought into their fold, it would be for the best..."

The middle-aged man with the horse-like face nodded, for the first time, formally acknowledging the old hook-nosed man's idea. Even the perpetually silent Guardian Xiang let out a soft sound of assent.

A hint of satisfaction appeared on the old hook-nosed man's face. Seeing that their small, temporary group had finally reached a consensus, he continued, "The problem now is... even with our help, that kid might not be able to suppress those Leis. The Leis have absorbed the relics of generations of Evil Emperors; Heaven knows to what extent their strength has soared by now. Though that kid's strength is decent, there's still a considerable gap to the true Evil Emperor Level..."

As the old man with the hook-nose spoke, he looked down at the distant battle. Gazing at the blurry figure who was thoroughly suppressing the Elephant God Walk, he couldn't help but exclaim in a low, impressed voice, "If a Flying Bear Level expert of such strength were to step forward and succeed as the Evil Emperor... I'm afraid we wouldn't even need to say a word; the Leis would naturally bow their heads in submission..."

Neither the middle-aged man with the horse-like face nor Guardian Xiang spoke, but their agreement was self-evident.

Gradually, the three of them stopped talking, their attention, before they knew it, completely captivated by the battle below.

The might of the Elephant God Walk was horrifying indeed, but what truly astounded the three was the Yellow Bear Flying Bear Level clashing with it.

All three were purely Ancient Martial Arts Fighters by training, so they naturally perceived more than an ordinary person.

The Flying Bear Level's speed was incredible. The fleeting glimpses of techniques he occasionally revealed left them breathless with awe and a sense of profound impact each time.

It was too perfect.

Any simple fist or foot technique, when executed by him, produced an astonishing effect, as if transforming the mundane into the marvelous.

This Flying Bear Level was simply an artistic master of combat.

Despite being clearly weaker than the Elephant God Walk in terms of raw physical strength, he compensated with technique, not only erasing the disparity but even surpassing it!

Compared to him, the Elephant God Walk—possessing only brute strength, a massive frame, and a sturdy body—seemed like an incredibly clumsy punching bag, fit only to be toyed with and relentlessly pummeled.

Moreover, the three could occasionally feel fluctuations of Evil Energy emanating from him.

"This man is also treading the Evil Martial Tao!"

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