After Lu Feng successfully escaped with Ling Tian, the instant they landed, Ling Tian suddenly broke free of his support.
Then, with only a cold "Go," he fled off alone.
Lu Feng instinctively felt a chill in his heart, but then quickly followed after him.
They should have immediately turned back to reunite with Jiang Ruoyun, but Ling Tian's condition was clearly more dire at present. With the formation Jiang Ruoyun had set up, nothing should happen to her for the time being.
Though Ling Tian's words of dismissal made Lu Feng feel a faint chill involuntarily, he also understood from them that Ling Tian still retained his self-awareness. He had not become demonic; he recognized Lu Feng, and even faintly still harbored the intent to protect him. Driving him away was merely because he did not want Lu Feng involved in such a perilous matter.
This only strengthened Lu Feng's resolve to take Ling Tian away.
After escaping danger, Ling Tian dispersed the blood-colored silken threads around him and staggered onward weakly, clad in tattered garments mottled with blood.
Looking at Ling Tian's condition, Lu Feng felt his heart wrench. He found it hard to imagine that Ling Tian had suffered such grievous injuries. Just on his back alone, there were no fewer than a dozen different kinds of blade wounds, while large chunks of flesh had been carved away from his legs.
A few of the wounds had been bandaged and treated, more or less stabilized. Judging by the meticulous wrapping, it had clearly been done by someone else—most likely a woman.
Yet many injuries had merely been wrapped carelessly with strips of cloth, blood still seeping through them, a chilling sight to behold.
They pursued one another until they reached a broken mountain.
Lu Feng stopped Ling