Lin Wuyou's brow furrowed ever deeper. Before his words had even faded, dense killing intent welled up in his eyes.
"Now that those two have escaped, it will not be long before the news reaches the Demon Shadow Palace."
"There is still some time before the appointed date with Su Shi'er. If the Demon Shadow Palace's Venerable Lord is drawn here now, this plan will surely go down the drain. No, we absolutely cannot let them return alive."
With an abrupt turn in his tone, the abundant True Yuan throughout his body began circulating rapidly. He was about to leave the formation and pursue the two.
Yet the instant he moved, his face turned deathly pale. He staggered, and the surging True Yuan within him scattered at once.
Though he cultivated both Dao and demonic arts, no matter how formidable Lin Wuyou's cultivation was, he was only at the middle stage of the Nascent Soul Stage.
Forcibly circulating his cultivation earlier and converting nearly half the True Yuan of seven Nascent Soul cultivators had taken an enormous toll on him as well.
Had it not been to consume as much of the other seven men's True Yuan as possible and catch them all in one net, he would never have taken such a risk.
He had not expected that although the plan could be considered a success, Madam Jiuchuan and the middle-aged cultivator leading the Six Ghosts would be so cunning. Even with their True Yuan depleted, they had not only withstood several waves of energy storms—
they had also possessed a treasure like a Level Five Void-Splitting Talisman, allowing them to escape at the critical moment.
Thinking of this, Lin Wuyou's heart burned with anxiety, and he wanted to continue hunting them down.
But his True Yuan had dispersed,