After the flying vessel crashed down, it let out a dull boom and broke into several pieces across the ground.
Zhong Lie looked over. The swirling red sand quickly engulfed the flying vessel, yet there seemed to be no sign of anyone within.
This did not surprise him. Zhang Yu had undoubtedly left the vessel ahead of time. Though there was no way yet to tell where he was hiding, as long as he remained within the range covered by this red sand, he could be found.
As more and more of his heart-force was poured in, the crimson sand surged in waves. Everything within dozens of li had turned into a red ocean, and vague, enormous things shaped like beasts could be seen prowling through it in every direction.
After seeing the flying vessel fall, the Daoist surnamed Zhu had a beam of golden light emerge from his eyes, a full foot long, constantly sweeping back and forth through the crimson sea of sand. Yet for the moment, he too could not see where Zhang Yu had gone. Still, he was likewise unafraid that the latter would escape.
On the snow-clad woman's side, frost and mist filled the surroundings. From time to time, a wild goose seemingly sculpted from snow jade swept across the air within them. Whenever the crimson sea of sand reached this place, it veered away on its own from the area covered by her visualization diagram.
The three of them now happened to stand in a triangular formation, each able to support the others. They only needed to steadily narrow this circle, and it would not be difficult to force him out.
Supported by the red sand beneath him, Zhong Lie slowly flew forward until he arrived before the wreckage of the flying vessel. His