"Senior, fleeing so desperately makes you look rather pathetic. Why not stop and have another round with this junior? After all, I expended quite a lot earlier, so the outcome is still uncertain!"
Perhaps because his injuries were too severe, after fleeing for seven days, Ma Liang began blood-sacrificing the towns and sects he passed at intervals, allowing Luo Hong to close much of the distance.
Although they were not yet within visual range, Ma Liang was already at the edge of Luo Hong's divine sense range.
Under such circumstances, trash-talking was naturally something Luo Hong, with his extensive combat experience, would not neglect.
"Damn little brat! Cough, cough! I was truly careless this time!"
Ma Liang heard every word and fumed inwardly, but asking him to stop for another battle was utterly out of the question.
Leaving aside the tremendous backlash from having his spiritual domain devoured, the cost of unsealing himself even once was far from easy to bear.
With both harms arriving at once, Ma Liang's cultivation had nearly fallen below the Late Mahayana Stage.
Fortunately, he could use the Myriad Spirit Blood Seal to heal himself by blood-sacrificing living beings, allowing him to regain Peak Mahayana Stage strength.
However, it could not possibly be unsealed a second time within a short period of time. He had to first shake off Luo Hong's pursuit, conduct a ruthless blood sacrifice to restore his vitality, and only then plot his revenge!
"Activate the formation!"
Just as Ma Liang secretly seethed, Blood Fiend shouted, and the auras of numerous Mahayana Cultivators suddenly appeared in the distant distance ahead.
At the same time, curtains of light in various colors rose one after another, layered upon layered. There were clearly many formations in place.
"You trash dare obstruct this Immortal?!"
Ma Liang