When they were still five or six hundred kilometers from that desolate, perilous region of volcanic fire seas, the humanoid cloud of blood mist flying ahead under Zhang Tie's watch was already beginning to falter. Its speed, which had been four times the speed of sound at its fastest an hour ago, gradually dropped to three times the speed of sound, then twice the speed of sound, then one...
When the humanoid blood mist slowed to less than two hundred meters per second, Zhang Tie saw it stagger in midair, like a drunk walking at night whose legs suddenly gave way. It instantly dropped a hundred meters before pulling itself together and continuing toward the volcanic crater.
At that point, the blood mist slowly dispersed, revealing a real human body.
The person revealed was Han Zhengfang. Zhang Tie knew he had made the right bet this time. Of the nine incarnations from an hour ago, only this one had been real; the others had all been decoys meant to confuse and mislead. Yet those decoys had indeed been incredibly powerful just now. They flew so fast that even genuine Phantom Knights could not catch them, and for a short time, they possessed combat strength no weaker than that of Phantom Knights. Blood Soul Temple's secret arts were truly unfathomable.
Tonight, Zhang Tie had personally witnessed how this remnant of Blood Soul Temple, the leader of the Heaven-Piercing Sect, had broken out of Xuanyuan Hill alone. Setting aside their hostile positions, Zhang Tie could not help feeling a measure of admiration for Han Zhengfang. Anyone who could hide within Great Xia's central government for so many years and rise to the lofty rank of one of the Nine Ministers clearly possessed extraordinary ability.
When the once powerful Grand Minister of Agriculture