"He’s still alive?" Qin Sang was stunned.

He had personally witnessed Old Devil Mou being besieged and had thought that the enemy who had long been a thorn in his throat had finally perished here on Yitian Peak. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Yet among so many top-tier experts, no one had noticed Old Devil Mou’s subtle trickery, allowing him to fake his death and slip away unnoticed.

Bai explained, "When I activated the Fire Curse Seed just now, there was still a faint response. The reaction was weak, which means even if Old Devil Mou managed to preserve his life, he must be in miserable condition. His physical body is certainly destroyed. He’s using some life-preserving secret technique and is quietly moving away, trying to escape amid the chaos. What do you plan to do?"

Qin Sang immediately understood Bai’s meaning. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

If Old Devil Mou succeeded in faking his death, both the righteous and devilish factions would believe he was gone. His crimes would be wiped clean, and he would eventually resurface to stir up trouble once again.

Qin Sang’s gaze fixed on the cliff where Old Devil Mou had fallen. He remained silent, while Bai said no more, leaving the decision entirely to him.

"A Core Formation cultivator hunting down a middle-stage Spiritual Infant expert..." Qin Sang exhaled slowly. Just the thought was suffocating.

All the top experts were currently occupied with besieging the ancient devil, unable to spare any attention. Moreover, there seemed to be new upheavals on Yitian Peak that had everyone unsettled.

Compared to the ancient devil, Old Devil Mou was a minor threat. There was no one Qin Sang could rely on for help, and involving others risked exposing the gray qi within his body.

The only person who might have aided him, Senior Qingzhu, was still locked in a fierce struggle with the devilish soul, and the outcome was unknown.

He could only do it himself! It was an insane idea, something no one else would dare attempt, but not entirely impossible.

Qin Sang furrowed his brow and paced back and forth.

"Two figures appeared out of nowhere, both no weaker than Old Devil Mou. Their attacks were merciless, and the jade stele’s power was terrifying. With enemies before and behind, he had no time to plan. Even if he used a secret art to survive, the cost must have been immense. He must be merely clinging to life." He remembered vividly how desperate the situation had been at that time.

"There’s no doubt Old Devil Mou is gravely wounded. Even if he retreats to suppress his injuries within the Spirit-Suppressing Domain, his condition will only worsen. His Spiritual Infant never emerged, but with Lingzhuzi and so many other top experts present, the fact that all of them believed him dead proves that the jade stele’s strike was powerful enough to destroy a Spiritual Infant outright...

"Old Devil Mou is gravely wounded in the Spirit-Suppressing Domain, and is using a secret technique to prolong his life. How much strength could he possibly have left?

"Lightning Control Technique, Yan Luo Banner of Ten Directions, star turban... My strength isn’t weak either.

"Most of the human race’s famed experts are here, all too occupied to intervene. There’s no risk of anyone suddenly interfering.

"Even if there were followers of the Devil Lord below, they wouldn’t dare enter the Spirit-Suppressing Domain with their insufficient cultivation. Besides, someone as cunning as him wouldn’t show himself to fellow devilish cultivators after losing his body and crippling his Spiritual Infant. They’d likely tear him apart on sight. He’ll avoid them at all costs, escaping through another route. This is exactly the opportunity I need."

"But if he still has enough strength left and the ambush fails..." Qin Sang’s expression hardened slightly.

"If it turns into a failed sneak attack, I’ll flee straight toward the mountaintop. If Old Devil Mou isn’t afraid of being discovered by Lingzhuzi and the others, he can try to chase me."

His thoughts spun rapidly, running through countless scenarios. To assassinate such a dangerous foe, he had to plan every detail and act with precision.

This was a fleeting chance that if he missed it and Old Devil Mou escaped from Seven-Kill Hall, finding him again would be nearly impossible.

Qin Sang looked down at the roiling waves of devilish qi below. The sudden appearance of the great fissure filled him with a sense of dread. Gazing into its depths made his heart race and his spine chill.

Something terrifying lurked inside! Unease gnawed at him. He dared not linger nearby any longer.

Senior Qingzhu’s condition was uncertain, and it was impossible to tell whether he had successfully suppressed the devilish soul.

The overall situation was unpredictable and could shift in any direction. Qin Sang needed to prepare for the worst.

If he couldn’t return to the Small Cold Domain and had to remain in Canglang Sea, Old Devil Mou’s continued existence would leave him constantly on edge, unable to find peace.

"No, wait! If Old Devil Mou still has the strength to teleport, we might..." Qin Sang paused, realizing a critical flaw in his plan.

It was nearly impossible for a Core Formation cultivator to kill a Spiritual Infant grandmaster across realms. One major reason was that it was difficult to prevent the enemy from teleporting away. Without restricting that ability, he could never finish the job.

"Did you forget my origins?" Bai chuckled softly.

"Though my cultivation has fallen, my perception and judgment remain intact. The teleportation of a Spiritual Infant isn’t an unbeatable technique. Even if I can’t stop him completely, his movements won’t escape my sight." Qin Sang froze, then broke into a grin.

He had been right to entrust the star turban to Bai.

"Let’s do it!" Without hesitation, Qin Sang made his decision. After a quick glance, he picked a route that bypassed the main battlefield and silently darted down the mountain.

Bai tracked Old Devil Mou’s movements carefully. At first, Old Devil Mou moved extremely slowly, inching his way out of the area, ensuring he had escaped the detection of the others before accelerating toward the foot of the mountain. He was cautious, pausing frequently, changing directions again and again.

Just as Qin Sang had predicted, Old Devil Mou avoided contact with any other devilish cultivators. Once he was certain no one had discovered he was still alive, he deliberately circled around the rear of the mountain to flee.

Now, at his most alert, Qin Sang dared not confront him directly. He descended quietly, blending into the shadows, slipping through stone forests and ruined halls, ignoring hidden realms and sealed domains as he gradually closed in on Old Devil Mou’s trail.

When Qin Sang finally crossed a stony grove and caught up, Bai whispered through voice transmission, "He’s just ahead."

Qin Sang nodded, suppressing his aura completely. He crept out of the stone forest and merged with the mountain’s shadow, activating the Sky Eyes. With the power of the Sky Eyes, Qin Sang quickly detected something unusual.

Beneath a sheer cliff, a dried riverbed lay exposed. The stones, long polished by ancient currents, still glistened faintly. Fossilized water grasses filled the river channel, resembling countless slender swords.

Amid the petrified weeds, faint ripples in space moved slowly downstream. To avoid alerting Old Devil Mou, Qin Sang didn’t dare look directly into the fluctuation. He was secretly astonished that it had been unexpectedly easy to locate his target.

"Old Devil Mou must be using some life-preserving technique, barely hanging on. He’s forced to hide beneath the noses of so many experts, but he won’t last long. That’s why he fled the instant the battle began. Now his aura is unstable and he can’t conceal it anymore..." Bai analyzed, sharing the same conclusion as Qin Sang.

Out of caution, Qin Sang refrained from attacking immediately. He kept a safe distance, tailing Old Devil Mou from afar, carefully observing. With the Fire Curse Seed in his possession, he wasn’t worried about losing track.

They were soon approaching the foot of the mountain. By now, Qin Sang had already confirmed Old Devil Mou’s condition. It was time to act. He couldn’t allow his prey to leave the Spirit-Suppressing Domain.