Wind Wave Ridge was a landscape of ghostly mountains, the night wind biting cold and thick with the stench of blood.
Dao Court Dao soldiers and Great Wilderness Sect cultivators fought each other to the death. Chaos reigned beneath trampling feet and clashing weapons; Dao methods collided with barbarian arts, while Lingli and blood qi intertwined in turbulent waves.
True Person Feather Transformation fought in the air, her Lingli crashing down like a mountain collapse.
At nearly every instant, someone died.
Blood soaked the desert, and Killing Intent streamed toward the heavens.
Amid this chaos, Mo Hua transformed into a streak of waterlight, weaving through the weapons as he fled into the distance.
Three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Core Cultivators pursued relentlessly behind him.
Golden Core Cultivators were faster in flight, but on this chaotic battlefield, packed with people fighting and killing everywhere, they simply could not unleash their full speed.
Mo Hua's Flowing Water Step, on the other hand, grew ever more nimble as he darted, shifted, and maneuvered through the battlefield with exquisite precision.
After chasing him for some time, the three Great Wilderness Sect Golden Core Cultivators realized something was wrong.
"Damn it, we can't catch him? What kind of Movement Technique does this brat have?"
"Did this brat deliberately lure us away so he could save the Yang Family's Dao soldiers?"
"If we'd known, we should've slaughtered the Yang Family people first, then come after this brat. Neither task would have delayed the other."
"Easy for you to say. Who the hell could've imagined that the three of us would chase this long and still fail to catch the little bastard?"
"The battlefield's too chaotic. There are too many things in the way. We've suffered badly in terms of movement."
"What now? Should we turn back