They arrived at a scene of total devastation.
Hu Yan was on his knees, letting out an agonizing scream that sounded like his soul was being ripped out of his chest.
The Fox Tribe was alive, but they were trembling and silent.
Xuan Long's eyes darted around the clearing. Nothing. There was no trace of Su Qinglan. There was no scent, no blood, and not even a trace of a corpse.
She hadn't died, because if she had, the explosion would have leveled the entire tribe. But she was gone.
But suddenly Xuan Long's gaze met his. In that moment, his aura exploded with a cold, suffocating pressure as he saw An Mo hovering there.
Xuan Long didn't hesitate. If anyone in this world had the capability to make a person disappear in a heartbeat, it was his own brother.
An Mo was very powerful, and tearing a portal would be simple for him. To Xuan Long, it was obvious: An Mo had seen his beautiful mate and stolen her, pretending to have arrived just now.
