"Hehe, what a timid as a mouse fellow. If he cherished his life so much, why had he embarked on the path of cultivation in the first place?"
"If you had faced This Old Man head-on, you might still have had a sliver of hope. What a pity..."
Watching as Fu Yan's physical body completely sank into the Quicksand Land, Blood Cloud Daoist's lips curled up slightly, his eyes brimming with disdain.
Immediately afterward, the hand seals in his hands changed once more.
His gaze shifted and swiftly locked onto Baili Lingquan, who had been carried dozens of miles away by the Sword Talisman.
The instant his words fell, the Command Flag that had devoured Fu Yan's Nascent Soul surged dramatically in power. Greedy intent mingled with its evil aura as it turned into a stream of light again, tearing through the air at even greater speed.
This time, the Command Flag's target was Baili Lingquan.
Dozens of miles away, the sky-blue radiance enveloping his body rapidly faded, signaling that the Sword Talisman's power had been exhausted.
Relying on the Sword Talisman in his hand, he had narrowly evaded a killing blow.
Yet at this moment, Baili Lingquan felt not the slightest joy.
Fu Yan, his fellow disciple and martial sister, had cried out in despair within his mind, and his heart sank to the bottom of an abyss.
He had known long ago that his fellow disciple could not possibly have been a match for that opponent.
But he had never imagined that Fu Yan would die without even managing to unleash a single move.
At the very least, if she had been able to fight back once or twice and stall for a moment, she could have bought him more time to flee.
But now, Fu Yan had