Although Song Wen changed direction several times as he fled, he remained on the outskirts of Rotting Miasma Ridge.
He dared not venture too deep into Rotting Miasma Ridge without care. If he encountered a sixth-tier demonic beast or a swarm of poisonous insects, he would truly have "powerful enemies ahead and pursuers behind."
Before long, Song Wen had fled tens of thousands of li.
At last, his tightly wound nerves relaxed a little.
At such a great distance, with both the miasma and the Double-Faced Buddha concealing his aura, even a Void Refinement cultivator would surely struggle to track him.
Yet a sharp, urgent whistle suddenly came from behind him.
It was a black arrow, radiating a heart-stopping sense of oppression as it shot straight toward Song Wen's back.
Song Wen's heart clenched. He felt as though a deadly venomous snake had fixed its gaze upon him, shrouding him in the shadow of death and sending a chill through his entire body.
A silver talisman instantly appeared in his hand.
The talisman shattered, and a burst of silver light engulfed Song Wen's figure.
The arrow pierced through the silver light without drawing a single drop of blood.
The next moment, Chi Qi appeared where the silver light had flashed.
Watching the gradually fading light and the silver talisman fragments drifting through the air, he spoke in surprise.
"Oh? A talisman that allows instantaneous teleportation? This junior has some impressive tricks. Could he have an extraordinary background?"
Even as surprise filled him, Chi Qi swiftly spread his spiritual sense to locate Song Wen.
Whatever background the other man had, he would capture him first.
Besides, both the other man's incarnation spell and his teleportation talismans tempted Chi Qi.
When Song Wen reappeared, he was beside a small hill three hundred