Fulóng Ridge's summit.
Chen Mu looked at the layers upon layers of defenses covering his body, utterly speechless.
Bai had come prepared.
That fellow possessed Innate Body-Protecting Qi and was, in some respects, even comparable to a Dao Foundation Qi Refining cultivator. Yet who would have thought he would flee after just one exchange?
What a coward!
You were a martial artist who had mastered the Heavenly Capital Transformation. Recklessness should have been your defining trait. How could you call yourself a martial artist when you were this cautious?
"We have to catch him." Chen Mu took a deep breath.
If he let him go, what if he returned with people to surround and attack him?
He could handle one Nether God Transformation user, but what about three, five, eight, or ten?
And there were those Dragon Locking Warriors with their bizarre methods. If they trapped him with some sealing Ghost Pattern Secret Art, he would not even have a place to cry.
Nightmare Curse!
His mana trembled, and threadlike black-red mist slowly gathered from the air. Within a few breaths, it condensed into a sesame-seed-sized bead in Chen Mu's palm. An exceedingly faint connection surfaced in his mind.
"Luckily, we exchanged a blow just now. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to draw in your aura." Chen Mu curled his lips into a smile.
It was clearly impossible to Curse Kill the other party using such a faint connection, but if he used that connection to find someone...
Nine Cups Calculation Scripture!
Chen Mu's consciousness abruptly sank into a sea of gray mist.
Before long, the mist condensed, and the image of a figure leaning forward in a rapid run appeared in his mind.
Found you!
The gray-and-white Lingxu Grotto-Heaven was silent.
A five-meter-tall monster with a human