Song Wen glanced in the direction where the twin-winged centipede had vanished, and inwardly let out a slight sigh of relief.
Though he had failed to kill the twin-winged centipede, forcing it back still counted as accomplishing his goal.
He did not dare delay in the slightest. He immediately activated his escape technique and flew toward the opposite side of the gorge.
For the next stretch of the journey, Song Wen encountered no further demon beasts or poisonous insects and smoothly passed through the region where the astral winds were at their fiercest.
As the astral winds gradually weakened, his speed grew faster and faster as well.
Before long, the cliff face at the far end of the gorge was already visible in the distance.
Yet just as Song Wen thought he could cross the gorge without incident, a piercing whistle suddenly came from behind him—the sound of some foreign object tearing through the astral winds.
His heart tightened. Turning around, he saw three twin-winged centipedes chasing after him.
One of them was missing half its head. It was precisely the one he had severely wounded.
The other two had both reached the peak of the fifth rank.
"This beast actually holds a grudge—it went and found helpers!"
A surging bloody radiance erupted from Song Wen's body. He immediately unleashed the Blood Escape Technique and shot forward.
In the blink of an eye, Song Wen crossed the gorge and reached the far shore of overlapping mountains, then fled into the mountain range shrouded in miasma.
The wings of the three twin-winged centipedes buzzed thunderously. Like three bolts of lightning, they charged into the mountains one after another.
Several hundred li away.
Song Wen burst out of a cloud of blood mist. Just as he was about to activate the Blood