In a certain stretch of azure sea, the sky was clear, the waters were calm, and a flock of blue gulls flew overhead.
On a certain desolate island spanning over a hundred miles, lush vegetation covered the land. The terrain was higher in the south and lower in the north, with dozens of mountains of various sizes scattered across it.
The sea near the desolate island suddenly began churning violently. Two battered figures flew out from beneath the waves and landed on the beach.
Wang Changsheng's face was pale, and multiple claw marks covered his body, dripping with blood. His aura was weak. Wang Ruyan's face was bloodless, and a finger-thick bloody hole pierced her left shoulder, staining most of her body red.
They had been pursued by seven Alien Race cultivators at the Spirit Transformation Stage. They had fought their way out at the cost of their lives, killing one Alien Race cultivator and seriously injuring four, though they themselves had also been wounded.
To save their lives, they had constantly changed direction along the way, evading their pursuers. To be honest, neither Wang Changsheng nor Wang Ruyan knew where they were now.
Wang Changsheng looked battered, but his injuries were not serious. After all, he was a Body Cultivator, so he recovered somewhat more easily. Wang Ruyan's injuries were more severe.
Wang Changsheng swept his spiritual sense across the desolate island. Only after finding no Alien Race cultivators or Fifth Order Demon Beasts did he let out a sigh of relief.
"Let's go. We'll heal our injuries on the island first."
Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan transformed into two streaks of escaping light and flew toward the mountain range at the island's center.
Before long, they landed in a vast valley with passages leading in all directions. Not