Jagged rocks rose in bizarre shapes, jutting out and coiling around one another. Amid scattered dead branches and fallen leaves, the earth and sand had caved in. Beside the ruined runes and tangled vines, a massive, freshly formed crater gaped open.
A streak of blood-red saber light suddenly crashed down.
The crimson glow faded, revealing a black-robed figure. In the next instant, all the saber qi drew back into him.
Pei Ling's face was deathly pale. The moment he landed, he spat out a mouthful of dark red blood.
The wisp of azure energy above his head had already dissipated. The effects of [Turbulent World Myriad Phenomena, Heavenly Feast] had passed.
Without time to think, he immediately took out a handful of crystal-clear, perfectly rounded pills, devoid of any medicinal fragrance, and swallowed them.
The pills melted in his mouth, turning into streams of warmth that quickly spread throughout his limbs and bones. His aura began to slowly recover.
The Dragon Girl, and that Merfolk...
Those two ancient immortals were manageable.
But that shadow... Its aura was very similar to You Su Fen's!
Only You Su Fen was nowhere near as terrifying as that shadow!
That was no ordinary ancient immortal!
Was this the Fusheng Chess Game that brought great fortune?
Pei Ling could hardly believe it. In that situation just now, he didn't believe any Mahayana stage cultivator besides himself could have survived!
No one could have dealt with even the Dragon Girl, who had no real combat experience!
No!
Forget a Mahayana stage cultivator—even if a true immortal had come, whether they could have survived would have been anyone's guess!
As these thoughts raced through his mind, he had already released his Spiritual Sense, swiftly sweeping across the surrounding world.
Soon, Pei Ling finished his search, but he