Long Xiaoyao let out a low roar, utterly disregarding the terrifying puncture wound still bleeding from his chest as his hands rapidly formed an eerie seal.
The remnants of dark Soul Power around him erupted into flames as though in a final flash of life, their color shifting from pitch-black to an ominous dark red as they mingled with his blood.
The next instant, his entire body exploded with a bang, transforming into dozens of Dark Red Blood Shadows, their real and false forms impossible to distinguish. They shot in every direction, especially toward the path along which the Death God Tower had fled!
Every Blood Shadow carried a faint trace of his aura, yet moved with astonishing speed. It was clearly an escape technique with an immense cost, meant to preserve his life.
After using this technique, Long Xiaoyao's true aura instantly dropped to its lowest point, concealed among the many Blood Shadows and impossible to identify at once. Yet he had paid the corresponding price—
His already grievously wounded body had worsened still further. His cultivation would likely fall considerably as a result, and without a long period of recuperation and Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, recovery would be exceedingly difficult.
Tang Lan, in his Chaos Ancient Dragon form, coldly watched the dozens of dark red blood shadows fleeing in every direction, as well as the speck of light from the Death God Tower that was nearly gone beyond the horizon.
His enormous dragon head swayed slightly, as though weighing his options.
Pursue them?
With the power of a Demigod, if he truly wished to keep Ye Xishui or Long Xiaoyao behind, it was not entirely impossible, even with their strange escape techniques and Tenth-Rank Soul Tool. But it would inevitably take considerable effort and might even drive