Over a stretch of azure sea, the sea breeze blew in gusts beneath clusters of white clouds.
A streak of red light appeared on the distant horizon. Before long, it came to a stop above a desolate island.
The red light faded, revealing a red-glowing flying boat. Han Zhangxiang and Thousand Spirit Fairy stood aboard it, both pale-faced. Thousand Spirit Fairy's robes were stained red with blood, while Han Zhangxiang's back was a mangled mass of flesh and blood.
They had fought desperately to break out of the encirclement, severing one of Jiao Li's hands before finally shaking him off. Both had suffered severe injuries and needed a long period of recuperation.
Han Zhangxiang's divine sense swiftly swept across the entire island. Only after finding nothing unusual, and no fourth-rank demon beasts, did he let out a sigh of relief.
With a hand seal, he guided the red flying boat down into a narrow valley. The valley was thick with weeds taller than a person, and its stone walls were pitted and uneven.
A massive cave lay not far away. Han Zhangxiang put away the red flying boat and headed into the cave with Thousand Spirit Fairy.
The cave was somewhat dark and damp. Before long, they reached its end, where a cavern roughly an acre in size appeared before them.
"This place is secluded enough. They shouldn't pursue us here. Let's recuperate here for a while first!"
Han Zhangxiang suggested. With a flick of his sleeve, several hundred yellow formation flags flew out. Their surfaces lit up brightly, and they transformed into streaks of yellow light that vanished into the stone walls.
He took out a yellow-glowing Formation Disk and struck several hand seals into it. The stone walls flared with a blinding yellow light, while a cloud of