Ghost Suanni, closest to Song Wen, summoned a stream of ghostly qi. Like an enraged dragon, it lunged savagely at Song Wen.
A great mass of blood mist suddenly surged from Song Wen's body, swallowing his figure whole.
The ghostly qi dragon scattered the blood mist, yet Song Wen was nowhere to be seen.
Ghost Suanni spread his spiritual sense to its limit, but still failed to find Song Wen.
He turned back to look at Blood Brow.
Before Blood Brow floated a chunk of blackish-brown rotten flesh.
This chunk of rotten flesh had been left behind when Song Wen was injured by the Nine Nether Yinfire that surged from the formation while he was forcibly breaking it.
Blood Brow formed a hand seal, drawing upon the residual aura on the rotten flesh. A wisp of green smoke slowly rose.
"Ten-Thousand-Mile Breath-Tracking Technique!"
Blood Brow softly uttered the words.
The green smoke drifted, then shot toward the southwest.
Blood Brow took out a transparent jade bottle and collected the green smoke inside.
"Pursue!"
Blood Brow, Ghost Suanni, and Yang Yu each unleashed their escape techniques and gave chase toward the southwest.
After traveling several hundred li, they spotted a mass of blood mist amid a dense forest on the shaded side of a great mountain.
"Fellow Daoist Blood Brow, this tracking technique of yours is rather marvelous. I wonder whether you could teach me its cultivation method? Rest assured, I can trade treasures for it," Yang Yu said as they pursued.
Blood Brow's escape speed was the slowest among the three, and she lagged behind.
Before Blood Brow could answer, Ghost Suanni suddenly spoke.
"Right now, killing Extreme Yin is the priority. Other matters can wait."
Relying on the wondrous utility of the Yin Soul Banner, Ghost Suanni's escape technique