"Sect Master Wei, spare me... spare me." Yun Hu, one of the Meteor Bandits, struggled to prop himself up from the ground.
His spine was broken, and the force throughout his body had collapsed. He had almost completely lost the ability to move.
Yet his Bone Forging cultivation had granted him formidable vitality. At this moment, however, that vitality had become an indescribable torment.
"You peeped at the women of my sect, and you still expect me to spare you?" Wei He's expression remained calm. With a flick of his finger, a gray thread shot forth and struck the bloody mess on Yun Hu's arm.
Aah!!
Yun Hu screamed miserably as he watched the gray thread, like some living creature, burrow into his wound.
"What did you poison me with!?"
"Wait obediently here." Without even looking at him, Wei He turned and sprang away, vanishing into the dense forest in the blink of an eye. Clearly, he had gone to catch the other man.
He did not care in the slightest whether Yun Hu tried to flee. Evidently, he had absolute confidence in the poison he had just administered.
By now, Yun Hu's guts had turned green with regret.
He simply could not understand it. His movement technique was silent and possessed exceptional concealment. What had Wei He relied on to seize him so effortlessly?
What he did not know was that in Wei He's eyes, the scent of Soul Chasing Incense on him was like a bright lamp in the darkness—clear beyond all doubt.
No matter how powerful his movement technique was, as long as the medicinal powder remained effective, he could not escape Wei He's grasp.
On the other side.
Wei He raced through the forest like wind and lightning. With a single leap, he could cross forty