Duobao's Tribulation

Not long after.

Clang!

Lu Chuan pulled a Heaven-Shaking Arrow from a pile of shattered rocks on the ground. When he picked it up and looked, the arrowhead was stained with blood.

Bloodstains had also been left among the broken stones on the ground, but there was no one there—only a corner of red clothing.

"Ran off?" Dragon Horse asked.

Lu Chuan nodded. This True Demon Realm, like a True Immortal, had already broken free of the category of ordinary living beings. Their vitality was ferocious; even one arrow had failed to nail him dead.

His gaze fell on that scrap of red clothing. He understood in his heart that this arrow should have hit the Demon Blade Envoy, the only woman among the Five Demon Envoys—but her strength was truly formidable.

"Let's go. We'll take a look on the other side," Lu Chuan said.

After Chiyou left, these two arrows had been refined by him. With a trace of his Primordial Spirit imprint attached to them, he could sense them; within a certain range, he could judge their positions.

Right now, he could not sense them, but he still knew which direction the arrows he had shot had gone.

One man and one horse changed directions and searched onward.

At a place twelve hundred li away, the two again saw a pool of blood, but this time, not only was the target gone, even the Heaven-Shaking Arrow was nowhere to be seen.

"It's over. This time, not only did you gain nothing, you've actually lost a Heaven-Shaking Arrow on top of it," Dragon Horse said.

Lu Chuan only gently closed his eyes. After sensing for a moment, he abruptly opened them, a streak of sharp light flashing through his pupils. "Wait. I've sensed where the Heaven-Shaking Arrow is, as