As the Winged Race man retreated explosively, a point of Blood Light spread out. His heart lurched, and he secretly cursed, This is bad.
Sure enough, the next moment he sank into the Blood Sea. A surging, overwhelming force struck from ahead. Caught off guard, he cried out in alarm and was already wounded.
After sensing the other party's true strength, the Winged Race man's expression turned incomparably ugly.
He and many Merging Dao cultivators had answered the Star Abyss Summons and come here several years ago.
Over all that time, among all the Merging Dao cultivators, he had been the strongest. It had been one thing when that Human Race Sword Cultivator, crazy as a lunatic, had suddenly appeared more than a month ago.
But now another Blood Race Weapon Cultivator had appeared?
Since when were Merging Dao Peak cultivators so easy to come across?
He knew he was in serious trouble this time. His own strength was inferior to the other man's, and he had been trapped within the Blood Sea. Without help, he would certainly die.
In this situation, he could only hope that the Human Race Sword Cultivator would notice something was wrong and come save him. After all, no matter what, he was nominally still that man's subordinate.
But when he recalled the Sword Cultivator's previous treatment of him, he felt that such hopes were nothing but a fantasy.
Tossed about in the Blood Sea, the Winged Race man struggled bitterly to hold on.
In the distance, before the unopened Star Abyss Gate, the many Merging Dao cultivators watched with varying expressions. Regardless of their strength, everyone could see that the Winged Race man was in dire straits. Those few Merging Dao cultivators who were usually close to him wished to rescue him, but without