Outside Second Southern Pass.
Ji Yuan had only just halted his headlong flight, his chest still rising and falling slightly.
Before he could thank Hanging Gourd Loose Immortal, he heard the words the immortal called out.
His heart jolted.
He had fled all the way from the south, his Divine Sense fixed on his pursuers. He had sensed only Chi Kui, Tian Feng, and two other cultivators at Nascent Soul Peak.
From beginning to end, he had detected no trace of a Spirit Transformation Cultivator.
Could a Spirit Transformation Cultivator have been following him unseen ever since he escaped the Heavenly Wind Tribe?
Cold sweat broke out across Ji Yuan's back.
A Spirit Transformation Cultivator's concealment arts were indeed beyond what he could easily detect at his current cultivation level.
If Hanging Gourd Loose Immortal had not been here, Ji Yuan might not have reacted in time even when that person struck.
He had been careless after all.
Ji Yuan raised his head and looked back the way he had come.
Within a breath, layer upon layer of blood-red ripples spread across the empty Void.
A dense cloud of blood mist appeared out of nowhere on the horizon, slowly roiling.
It carried a cold, sinister Blood-Killing Aura. Even the sunlight was blotted out, leaving heaven and earth dim.
Then a figure stepped out of the mist.
He was an elderly man in a blood-red robe. His scalp was bald, without a single hair, though a few long, blood-colored strands hung from his temples.
Wrinkles covered his face, and his murky triangular eyes were shadowed with malice.
He leaned on a skull-shaped staff fashioned from countless tiny bones. With every step, the blood mist around him surged.
So that was Great Shaman Bloodfang?
Ji Yuan considered the question in silence.
Great