Watching the faint light extinguish once more, Elder Han was so enraged that the mana throughout his body ran wildly berserk. The violent pressure of the Seventh Realm shattered all the ancient trees within several hundred meters into splinters that filled the sky.
Despite their layered encirclement and pursuit, a heavily wounded mortal martial artist had actually managed to consecutively kill the sect's elites in retaliation. This was nothing less than a vicious slap across the face of him, a Seventh Realm elder.
"Seal off the entrance to the deep region! Even if this old man has to turn this secret realm upside down, I will kill this thief!"
His furious roar instantly resounded across the entire wilderness.
"..."
Inside the cave, the light was dim.
By now, Su Yueli had sealed the cave entrance before leaning against the stone wall to regulate her breathing.
Martial artists were different from immortal cultivators. They had no mana constantly circulating within their bodies. As long as they drew all their Ultimate Dao Qi and Blood into their bones, the aura they gave off became faint to the extreme.
Without spiritual energy fluctuations, it was exceedingly difficult for the divine sense outside to pinpoint her.
She pulled over the four Storage Pouches at her side, poured out everything inside in one go, and took inventory.
Other than some scattered Lower-Grade Spirit Stones, there were only a few bottles of Fasting Pills and Qi-Replenishing Pills used by low-level immortal cultivators, along with several ordinary first- and second-grade Fireball Talismans and Body-Fixing Talismans.
As a martial artist, she could not use a single one of these things.
Su Yueli sighed and shook her head helplessly.
Better keep them... At least they were worth a little money. Once her injuries healed, she could find a black