After fleeing tens of thousands of miles at full speed, Song Wen glanced back. Seeing that no one had pursued him from the Duan Clan, he curled his lip.
In truth, once he was far from the marketplace, he no longer feared the people of the Duan Clan.
The Duan Clan had no Mahayana stage cultivators, nor any Integrated Body Realm Cultivator as terrifyingly powerful as Ying Wu. Without a great formation to aid them, pursuing him would only mean seeking their own deaths.
That was also why Song Wen had dared to refrain from killing Duan Qingwan and Duan Huo immediately. Even if the Duan Clan tracked him down through their soul lamps, he would not fear them in the slightest.
Song Wen conjured a gray barrier around himself and the two blood cocoons, preventing outsiders from peering inside.
He continued racing toward a remote area while controlling the Blood Sea Imperial Seal. The tops of the two blood cocoons slowly shifted, exposing Duan Qingwan's and Duan Huo's heads.
Finally able to see again, Duan Qingwan's pupils abruptly contracted. Her panicked gaze swept her surroundings, but all she could see was the gray barrier, almost solid in substance, and Song Wen's indifferent face. Her heart sank.
As for Duan Huo, his face was as pale as gold foil. Veins bulged at his temples, and pain filled his expression.
Clearly, he was still suffering the excruciating agony of his soul being torn apart and had yet to recover.
To ensure that his Soul-Slaying Spike severely injured Duan Huo in a single strike, Song Wen had expended a full sixty percent of his spiritual sense power.
Never mind an Integrated Body Early Stage cultivator like Duan Huo-even an Integrated Body Middle Stage Cultivator could have suffered soul damage from the slightest