Upon the wasteland, Daoist Pang was racing northwest with his junior brother Zhao Wen.
Ever since Mo Guangchen had ambushed them in the underground caverns that day, they had followed their prearranged plan to evade his pursuit, fleeing all the way into Secret Province and lying low there.
To achieve their aims, they had relied on their skill in shifts between the void and the real to secretly lay down many measures throughout the province, waiting all the while for a suitable chance to strike.
After the Qingyang Fleet arrived, Secret Province had endured round after round of bombardment from mysterious armaments. Yet most of what had been destroyed was military strength; many Frostlanders had still hidden underground and preserved their lives.
But they had not escaped this calamity.
Pang and Zhao, together with the other evil cultivators, had seized this very opportunity to trigger their earlier arrangements and carry out a blood sacrifice of staggering scale.
The blood sacrifice was divided among three locations, with no fewer than a million people enclosed in each. The commotion it caused could well be imagined.
Though they knew this would surely be noticed by those outside and might even draw the attention of the True Cultivators hunting them down, faced with so many living beings, they simply could not restrain their greed.
Besides, with enough blood crystals, once they digested them, their combat abilities would greatly improve. They might not necessarily need fear those True Cultivators anymore.
After the blood sacrifice, unwilling to face both the True Cultivators and the Military Prefecture fleet at once, they had immediately scattered and fled. Zhao and Pang had headed in this direction.
Once they entered the wasteland, they could burrow underground and use the escape route prepared beforehand to leave.
After refining treasures with the