"An injured Moyin! I never thought I'd run into him here. What a fateful encounter." Luo Feng's eyes gleamed, and a strange excitement surged through him.
After Luo Feng had fled here, Moyin had escaped in the same direction and ended up in the exact same place. What were the odds?
"His aura is much weaker. He shouldn't be very strong right now." Luo Feng's excitement grew as he made his assessment.
Luo Feng had transformed into a stone lodged in a crevice. He carefully sensed the fluctuations of life nearby... Moyin was emerging from layer upon layer of spacetime, his aura weak and listless. The price he had paid to escape Supreme Bulin must have been even greater than what it had cost him to escape Bu Lang Ge and Yan Nan Peak.
Whoosh!
Moyin leaped out of a spatial layer. The wound from Bulin's staff still marked his wing, and after losing so much of his body's essence, he had not had time to recover.
Still, he was alive. That alone gave him reason to feel fortunate.
I finally got away. This time, my bloodline essence was badly damaged, and my strength has fallen so far that even dealing with some Second Source Supremes may be difficult. I need to lie low and recover for a while. Once I'm healed, I'll come back for them.
But recovery will probably take a very long time.
Moyin looked around, grief and bitterness in his eyes.
That was how things worked here. He could be the hunter one moment and the prey the next. Only the strong could remain hunters.
Those cunning cultivators let only the weaker ones through. The stronger ones were blocked at the outermost perimeter and could barely get close to the Hunyuan Divine Realm.
Moyin looked in