As if to confirm the Pavilion Master's words,
the blood mist around Song Wen gradually dissipated, and his escape speed plummeted with it.
The Pavilion Master sneered.
"Can't hold on any longer? Then die!"
The thousand-zhang corpse coffin swept into the sky again and slammed down toward Song Wen upside down.
Clearly, the Pavilion Master did not intend to kill Song Wen outright.
Rather, he wanted to trap Song Wen inside the corpse coffin.
In his view, if Wei Xuan and the other three had truly died, the Autumn-Knowing Pavilion could not escape blame.
If he captured Song Wen alive and handed him over to Chi Wang, perhaps he could placate some of Chi Wang's fury and fight for a path to survival for himself.
However, just as the corpse coffin was about to close in on Song Wen, blood mist rose from his body once more, allowing him to evade it.
The Pavilion Master's pupils suddenly contracted, the sneer on his face freezing at the corners of his mouth.
"He can still burn his essence blood?"
His gaze locked tightly onto the blood mist rising from Song Wen's body.
But in the next instant, the blood mist rapidly scattered and vanished without a trace.
"Looks like he's at the end of his rope, a trapped beast still fighting!"
Then, the Pavilion Master used the Heaven-Burying secret art for the third time.
Yet Song Wen escaped again in the same manner, narrowly avoiding it.
This left the Pavilion Master somewhat uncertain.
No matter how he looked at it, the other party seemed to be deliberately showing weakness, luring him into a jar.
Could there be an ambush ahead?
Just as he hesitated over whether to continue the pursuit, Song Wen ahead seemed to have exhausted too much essence blood. His