At the same time.
Around Fallen Eagle Ridge.
After escaping the encirclement, Lu Feng rushed at top speed into this perilous region.
Seeing once again the black, ominous beasts clinging all over the mountainside, Lu Feng felt two entirely different emotions.
When he had come here, he had resented those Folded Wing Black Bats for slowing his journey. Never had he expected that he would now need to rely on their ferocious nature instead.
It was not that he did not want to keep widening the distance. Rather, he had sensed an immensely dangerous aura lurking ahead, not far away.
Judging by the calm composure Black Fire Yan Demon and the others had displayed as he fled, his retreat route had most likely already been cut off. They had been certain he could never escape, which was why they had been so confident and fearless.
In the past, he might have relied on his many methods and risked forcing his way through.
But now, in that sorrowful and detached state of mind, he only felt tired—wearied of this dull game of cat and mouse. He no longer wanted to concern himself with all that messy benevolence and moral principles. He only wanted to settle it cleanly.
The great array in his soul sea that sealed away boundless killing intent had developed a flaw the moment Old Book's corpse appeared, the moment his state of mind had fallen into turmoil. It had been silently leaking strands of killing intent, influencing him all along.
By now, that array had nearly been torn open with a great gap. Even if he could maintain his state of mind and resist its influence, resealing it would no longer be easy.
What was more, he could no longer maintain his usual state of mind.
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