The three demi-god cultivators from the temple pursuing Ye Haochuan were all seething with hatred, wishing they could grind Ye Haochuan's bones to dust.
However, they were caught in a delay due to the effect of Corpse Marionette One's self-destruction.
It was precisely this delay that allowed them to helplessly watch as Ye Haochuan and his group rushed out of the light fog and, in an instant, vanished without a trace.
"How did they disappear?"
The three of them arrived at the spot where Ye Haochuan and his group had vanished, staring at each other in confusion.
"Is it a Minor World? Why can't we sense anything?"
In their astonishment, the three carefully examined the area again, even taking out magical treasures specifically for probing space barriers.
But no matter how they tried, they couldn't find the existence of a Minor World.
"Could it be a high-rank Minor World?" one suddenly exclaimed with his eyes shining.
This man was named Zhao Zhu, the strongest among the three.
