"Just what I wanted!"
Bathed in blood, Zhan Feng threw his head back and laughed.
"They've already left. We have to hurry, or we won't get away!"
Jiang Shu forced down the roiling blood qi and grabbed Zhan Feng, who was weakened from blood loss. Space power wrapped around them, turning them into two streaks of light that sped after Zhan Yun and the others.
The Demon Venerable roared in agony where it stood. Its massive wound kept it from giving chase—for now.
The Man with Broken Saber had failed to land a hit. His icy gaze fixed on the direction Jiang Shu and Zhan Feng had fled. He pushed off and followed as a streak of shadow.
All around them, more and more indistinct figures gathered. Their eyes glimmered with sentient light, some savage, some cold. Like a gray tide carrying death, they pressed close behind.
The desperate flight through the blood-red gorge suddenly accelerated.
With Zhan Feng in tow, Jiang Shu pushed the Law of Space to its limits. Each step carried them across vast distances, ripples of space surging beneath their feet like waves.
The wind howled around them like ghostly wails as the Blood Crystal ground raced past. Zhan Yun and the others had slowed down to care for their wounded, and could not keep up.
It wasn't long before the two caught up with the group in the distance.
With a heavy thud, two figures abruptly stopped beside Zhan Yun, their forceful arrival kicking up blood-red dust.
"How are they?"
Jiang Shu's voice was urgent as his gaze swept across the group.
The group had numbered nearly twenty. Now, fewer than ten remained.
Yu Sha was supported by one of the War Alliance's Ancient Prodigies. His face was deathly pale, and although a Secret Medicine