"Old Feng, can you still keep pouring in True Essence?"
The Short and Stout Cultivator, Zhang Zhouyu, looked at the black streak of light drawing ever closer, his face ashen as he asked Feng Zhiyou beside him, "If you can't keep pouring in True Essence, then we really are going to die horribly this time."
Feng Zhiyou's expression was exceedingly ugly as he waved a hand. Forcing himself to mobilize True Essence to cast an art that concealed their auras had already been the limit of what he could manage with his severe injuries. Even if he wanted to risk his life, he simply could not maintain a continuous output of True Essence now.
"What exactly is going on?" Zhu Xiaochun, whose mouth was always quick, was drenched in cold sweat as he grabbed Zhang Zhouyu and repeatedly asked, "Why does he have to keep pouring in True Essence?"
"I have a Great Teleportation Talisman. It can send this many people two thousand li away. Even if that person is a Circulation Realm Fifth Level cultivator, he won't be able to catch us." Zhang Zhouyu said with a deathly pale face, "But my Great Teleportation Talisman is a Sixth-grade Ancient Talisman. It needs at least three Circulation Realm First Level cultivators working together to activate it. If Old Feng could still manage it, then even if I took a greater loss, I could still activate this ancient talisman and escape. At least our lives are more important. But now Old Feng can't do it. We can't escape even if we want to."
"Ah? Big Brother, what do we do?" Zhu Xiaochun gaped, looking to Wei Suo as though begging for help.
With a whoosh, the black-armored cultivator who had previously brought out two Mysterious Iron Shields suddenly dashed away. In