0862: It Is Man Who Walks the Evil Path and Cannot See the Tathagata!

Blood mixed with rainwater and drifted out of the woods, so thick that even a torrential downpour seemed unable to wash it away.

Many leaves had fallen from the trees during the fierce battle just now, landing in pools of blood.

Withered leaves, green blood.

Five of the Kunlun Seven Sons lay sprawled in the blood, their eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and terror, just like the Rogue King lying on Black Wind Mountain at that very moment.

The difference was that their fatal wounds were only tiny crimson marks on their foreheads, like pinpricks from mosquito bites.

Dongfang Bubai had been so stingy when killing them that she had not even been willing to coat her needles with a trace of Eight-Headed Poison Blood.

Fortunately, this at least left their corpses intact. Their pupils reflected the crimson clouds in the sky and the gradually thinning rain. Their journeys through life had ended, as had their disasters and misfortunes, but the disasters of those who fled had only just begun.

Neither Lu Xiaofeng nor Xiao Feng continued the pursuit.

Their bodies still brimmed with strength, but their hearts had grown somewhat weary.

Jiang Dali had long anticipated this weariness, which was why he had told them that if no more formidable enemies appeared, they need not exhaust themselves any further.

At first, they had not understood what Jiang Dali meant by "exhausting themselves."

How could helping a brother and benefactor hold back some enemies possibly be considered exhausting?

Even someone as wise as Lu Xiaofeng had been puzzled. They had believed that anything done for a brother or benefactor would never be tiring.

But now, they finally understood. It really could be tiring.

The moment they understood, they wanted all the more to hurry to Black Wind Mountain and