The Crimson Flame Earth Dragon's corpse exploded completely.
Scales, shredded flesh, and scalding beast blood swept outward, and a scarlet blood mist filled the entire rift in an instant.
With everyone's vision obscured, Lu Chen stamped his foot hard against the ground.
He pushed the Flying Dragon Art to its limit.
Like a dragon soaring into the sky, he shot through the blood mist, broke out of the encirclement in a blink, and raced toward the forest outside the rift.
Outside, crimson mist churned among towering ancient trees.
Lu Chen did not pause after landing. His feet struck rocks and tree trunks in quick succession, using them to propel himself forward. The Flying Dragon Art excelled at agile shifts and turns. Rather than slowing him down, the rugged mountain terrain helped him shake off his pursuers.
Within a few breaths, he had covered more than a hundred zhang.
Inside the rift, Ning Duanjiang burst out of the blood mist with his hair disheveled.
His blue robe was soaked in beast blood, and scraps of the Crimson Flame Earth Dragon's flesh still clung to his face. He looked utterly bedraggled.
Meng Qianyue and the other two followed close behind.
The four Organ-Nourishing Realm experts watched the figure rapidly disappearing through the forest, each looking grimmer than the last.
Despite joining forces to surround and kill him, they had failed to stop a single Bone-Forging Realm martial artist.
Worse still, he had snatched the most precious high-grade Spirit Essence right from under their noses.
"Elder!"
A Ning martial artist suddenly rushed to Ning Duanjiang's side. Watching Lu Chen's retreating figure, he said urgently, "That man is the martial artist from Cloud Prefecture who killed the second young master!"
Ning Duanjiang whipped his head around.
"What did you say?"
The Ning martial artist