There were many Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators in this area, so Lu Ye truly could not move quickly. Whenever there was the slightest disturbance around him, he had to stop and use the Concealment Spirit Pattern to hide himself.
He silently calculated the time.
Within one hour, he needed to get as far away from this area as possible. Only then could he fight for a greater chance of survival.
Very soon, an hour passed.
That bloody radiance surfaced across his body once more. Immediately afterward, a pillar of bloody light shot into the sky. Such a conspicuous phenomenon could be seen clearly by any nearby cultivator who was not blind.
The instant the bloody pillar erupted, Lu Ye tossed several Origin Spirit Pills into his mouth. Flames surged behind his back as a pair of wings spread wide. With the Flying Wing Spiritual Pattern empowering him, he beat his wings and transformed into a streak of light, shooting straight into the distance.
His location had already been exposed, and there were no more Teleportation Arrays he could use. The only thing he could rely on now was his own speed.
Though he was only at Tier Three, with the Flying Wing Spiritual Pattern empowering him, his flying speed alone was in no way inferior to that of ordinary Tier Six or Tier Seven Cultivators. If he also empowered himself with Windwalk, he would be even faster.
Before he had flown far, several streaks of light came to meet him from ahead. They were clearly Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators who had noticed the disturbance and come to investigate. Upon suddenly seeing a red streak rushing toward them at astonishing speed, their expressions tightened and they all stopped.
The speed at which one flew often represented the strength of one's cultivation.