War's End

As Chen Xia relentlessly hunted down the Different Race leaders, one Martial Saint after another soon fell.

He continued pursuing the remaining Different Race members still fleeing.

It had all happened quickly. Lei Qianren and the others had been holding back the fleeing Different Race Martial Saints, buying Chen Xia some time.

High in the sky.

A man's silhouette, trailing streams of light from his wings, sped away.

As he fled, he looked back in panic—and was instantly scared out of his wits.

A figure was rapidly closing in from behind. In a flash, it shot ten thousand meters into the clouds. The entire body raced like lightning, catching up within only a few strides.

Ling Tian sensed the danger. He took a black pill from his storage ring and placed it in his mouth. Layer upon layer of blood qi ignited around his body—it was a Blood-Exploding Pill.

After consuming it, not only would it burn away his lifespan, but also his blood qi and the energy of his spirit flower.

Unless driven to the brink, he would never have done this.

Once consumed, it would cause irreversible damage to his cultivation. At best, it would take many years to slowly recover even a little, and only with the aid of high-grade spiritual pills and treasures.

But now, to survive, he had no choice. Blood qi erupted from his body, and the burning radiance warped his silhouette as his speed abruptly increased.

Yet the figure behind him erupted with even greater speed, catching up once more and appearing before Ling Tian.

Third Ancestor Ling Tian's face trembled as he instinctively cried, "Martial Saint Chen—"

Chen Xia pressed down with one palm.

Immense force crashed onto his head, and Ling Tian let out a miserable scream on the spot.

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