He could faintly sense a cold, sinister aura behind him, locked onto him from afar.
It was a chill that pierced him to the bone, accompanied by a sense of mortal danger.
Clearly, whoever had locked onto him was not merely an expert of the demonic path, but most likely an Innate Realm expert! Otherwise, they would not have given him such a deadly sense of peril.
At that thought, Zhao Feng dared not let his guard down in the slightest. He drew a deep breath, burned his five-element true essence in rotation, and repeatedly used Wind-Controlling Escape to widen the distance.
Yet that sinister aura remained locked onto him from afar, haunting him like a restless ghost.
Zhao Feng had studied the maps around Bing Province beforehand and knew there was a great river ten li west of the city.
He could keep using Wind-Controlling Escape because he had already reached minor attainment in the Tai Chi Golden Body Art. Otherwise, the damage to his meridians from using it so frequently would have been more than enough to make him suffer.
The churning river lay ahead. Without hesitation, Zhao Feng swallowed a Turtle Breath Pill and plunged into the water.
Barely two or three breaths later, whoosh! A tall figure in a Blood Robe landed on the bank. He stood there, frowning as he examined the area for a moment, then suddenly stepped into the air and crossed above the river, his eyes constantly scanning its surface.
His divine sense left his body and probed beneath the water.
After a long while, he returned to the bank, looking thoughtful.
A moment later, another middle-aged man in a Blood Robe hurried over.
"Greetings, Cult Master! Congratulations on emerging from seclusion." The middle-aged man bowed to the tall figure.
The tall