Jiang Shu deliberately avoided the direction of Cracked Stone City.
He knew full well that once he approached Cracked Stone City, he might indeed draw reinforcements—but he would also bring a catastrophic disaster upon that Human Race city, whose foundations had been left unstable after a bloody battle, along with the soldiers within.
The wrath of Old Ancestor Fentian, a Late Stage Demon Venerable, was not something the few Human Race Venerables defending the city could easily bear.
His destination was the main stronghold established deeper in the rear by the Human Race allied army.
Not only did that place possess massive defensive formations, it also housed truly peak figures capable of contending with Old Ancestor Fentian, such as the Sect Master of the True Martial Sect and the Sect Master of the Talisman Sect.
He had no idea how far away the Human Race stronghold still was, but Jiang Shu's aura had already weakened to the limit.
The wound on his back kept worsening from the excessive draining of his power and Old Ancestor Fentian's omnipresent scorching pressure. That Geng Metal annihilating force slithered through his marrow like a cold venomous snake, gnawing away at his strength.
The Origin Power within him was like a riverbed on the verge of running dry, while the World Tree Sapling's radiance was like a candle guttering in the wind. Several hundred consecutive short-range spatial shifts at the limit had burdened his soul like a dull blade sawing through flesh.
After emerging once more from the shadowed side of a mountain whose peak had been shaved flat, Jiang Shu even saw double for a moment.
A murky black river surged through the depths of the rift beneath his feet. Its aura was filthy and chaotic, making it the perfect place to naturally block