"By my demonic essence, trace the source of the blood and reveal it."
Di Shitian muttered an incantation, and black Demonic Qi surged into that drop of blood.
The blood trembled, emitting a faint glow that vaguely pointed in a certain direction.
"I found you!" Di Shitian suddenly rose to his feet.
His aura surged skyward. Transforming into a streak of light, he shot out of the cave.
The flames of vengeance blazed fiercely in his chest.
He would use Yang Lingtian's blood to wash away his humiliation.
At that moment, on a barren plain, Yang Lingtian and Huang Yuelan were proceeding cautiously.
Suddenly, Yang Lingtian stopped in his tracks and abruptly looked up at the distant horizon.
An extremely terrifying aura, thick with resentment and killing intent, was approaching their location at an astonishing speed.
The aura felt familiar to him, yet somehow strange as well.
"Di Shitian." Yang Lingtian's pupils suddenly contracted, and his expression instantly became incomparably grave.
Compared to their last encounter, this aura was far, far stronger—like heaven and earth apart!
"How did he find us?" Huang Yuelan also paled, sensing that suffocating, terrifying pressure.
"I'm afraid it's a contingency he left behind last time." Yang Lingtian's eyes turned cold.
Before he could think any further, the distant horizon churned with wind and clouds, blotting out the sky and sun.
A figure radiating overwhelming might tore through the void and arrived in an instant, descending before them.
It was none other than Di Shitian.
At that moment, Di Shitian's black hair whipped wildly, the Great Dao coiling around him. His eyes were crimson as blood as he stared fixedly at Yang Lingtian.
His gaze was filled with resentment, madness, and a lofty, disdainful contempt.
"Yang Lingtian, long time no see."
Di Shitian's voice was hoarse