Meanwhile.
In the scorching crater, Wang Yangyao, his entire body charred black, suddenly twitched a finger. He abruptly sat up, his eyes bloodshot as he gasped for breath.
"Finally... I fooled them!"
Wang Yangyao's body differed from ordinary people's. His heart was on the right rather than the left. Li Changfeng's sword had merely pierced through his lungs and entrails, and he had seized the chance to use the Turtle Breath Technique to escape death.
The moment he woke, he could not help coughing up a mouthful of blood, nearly unable to catch his breath. Without another word, he fumbled out a pill from his clothes and swallowed it.
A moment later, some color returned to his face. With a solemn expression, he said, "I have to hurry back to the manor and report this. Following their route, they will definitely encounter those powerful sword spirits. Perhaps we still have time to catch up with them!"
With that, Wang Yangyao gritted his teeth, dragged his heavily injured body to his feet, and immediately rushed off in the opposite direction...
At this moment, led by Dugu Minmin, they arrived at a wasteland. There were no living creatures or trees nearby, and barely even any gravel. It looked exceptionally desolate.
The air in this wasteland was filled with a sharp golden aura that viciously sliced apart any living creature that approached. Even nearby sword spirits were no exception, which was why this place was so barren.
Three broken longswords were planted in the wasteland, emanating waves of powerful Sword Intent. The sharp golden aura around them was released by these three swords, and it was extremely tyrannical!
Upon seeing Li Changfeng and the others approach, the three swords immediately trembled and violently unleashed a golden wave of energy toward the two men.