Upon hearing Alaric Ye's command, Little Strong's figure flickered and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye, seemingly off to hunt down the Abstruse Dark Sect's demonic cultivators at the eleventh or twelfth level of Qi Refining.

Everyone exchanged glances but didn't make much of a move.

It wasn't that they didn't want the demon-slaying points, but they had just endured a fierce battle, leaving their mana nearly depleted. The fleeing demonic cultivators were not weak, and had already vanished without a trace. Unless one had exceptional speed or a special tracking method, chasing after them would be like a headless fly.

Most people sat cross-legged on the spot, restoring their mana.