Elder Cang Jing saw her fellow sect member collecting the Nascent Soul. She frowned first, then turned and rushed back. "Go support them!"
The other True Immortal swept up the middle-aged man's corpse and Storage Pouch, then turned back like lightning as well. With the Origin Ice Formation at the ambush site, even the two of them could not tear through the Void and could only fly.
The reason they had pursued him so relentlessly was mainly because he had been struck by the Origin Ice Formation. Somehow, he had suppressed it, but it could very likely erupt again. Otherwise, once a Nascent Soul escaped, who could catch it?
All three were fast. In this short time, they had already chased him more than twenty thousand li, and returning would take another twenty or thirty breaths.
As he flew at top speed, one True Immortal asked, "Elder, how did that icy aura freeze that bastard directly just now?"
The Mysterious Water Sect's icy aura was formidable, but the slain Nascent Soul had been at the Seventh-Level Nascent Soul. He had spiritual energy and methods of his own to resist it. Being frozen instantly did not match his level of strength—at the very least, he should have struggled a little.
And thinking back to how blood had flowed from all seven of his orifices earlier, something had clearly gone wrong with him.
Elder Cang Jing shook her head, her eyes equally bewildered. "I don't know. Logically, the Origin Ice Formation's follow-up attack should not have been that strong. If a Nascent Soul hadn't emerged, I would have thought it was an avatar."
"Perhaps there was a flaw in the cultivation technique he practiced. It was demonic arts, after all," the other True Immortal answered his own question. Then he remembered something