Within a vast valley that extended in all directions, two men and one woman—three Deity Transformation Cultivators—were engaged in a fierce battle with two members of the Essence Fire Race.
The ground was pockmarked and uneven, and two mangled corpses could be seen.
The three Deity Transformation Cultivators wore different attire, and Ning Lan was among them.
The two members of the Essence Fire Race were a plump middle-aged man and a frail woman. They wore clothes sewn from animal hides, and their bodies were covered in red Spirit Patterns. Green light flickered in the woman's eyes.
The Essence Fire Race could be called a legendary race of the Profound Spirit Continent. In just over ten thousand years, they had become one of the five great races of the Profound Spirit Continent.
The Essence Fire Race excelled at fire-elemental arts and was extremely difficult to kill.
A gold-robed elder with a ruddy complexion hesitated briefly before taking out a Talisman that flashed with unceasing golden light. Judging from the terrifying spiritual pressure it emitted, it was clearly a Tier 6 Talisman.
The gold-robed elder slapped the Talisman onto himself. With a muffled boom, a mass of golden light enveloped him. He transformed into a streak of golden light and flew toward the sky at astonishing speed.
A blue-skirted woman with delicate features also lit up with dazzling blue light and flew toward the sky.
Ning Lan, meanwhile, leaped onto the back of a Golden Giant Crane. The Golden Giant Crane gently flapped its wings, carrying Ning Lan in the opposite direction at extraordinary speed.
It would all depend on who had better luck and could escape this calamity.
"Trying to run? None of you are leaving."
The middle-aged man let out a cold laugh, summoned a Red Jade Vial the