Blood Mist Cage

Wei Wu's expression changed drastically. He recognized the technique.

A combined Secret Art of the Heaven Overturning Cult! The Blood Mist Cage—it could suppress the circulation of True Essence!

He whipped around to look at Ye An, his earlier arrogance vanishing as he adopted the tone of a kindly elder brother. "Brother Ye, hold them off! I'll cover you! I'm going outside to find a way to break the formation!"

With that, True Essence burst beneath his feet. He shot off the boat, took several strides across the water, then raced toward the shore without looking back. Soon, he vanished into the reeds.

Ye An leaped off the boat at almost the same moment as Wei Wu, but the two Protectors chose not to pursue Wei Wu. They went after Ye An instead.

The mist had begun to close in. Dark red vapors surged from both sides like two walls swinging shut.

The male Protector's voice came from within the mist, tinged with smugness. "Why run? Now that you're here, shouldn't you leave something behind?!"

The edges of the mist had already met. Ye An tried several times but found no opening to escape. The two of them were determined to keep him there.

Where the red mist spread, the water seemed to congeal. Ye An felt the True Essence in his body circulate a beat more slowly.

Mist poured in from every direction, carrying the thick stench of blood.

The male Protector's amused voice drifted through the mist. "Brat, you dared oppose the Heaven Overturning Cult. You'll become our nourishment soon enough."

The Female Protector chimed in with a flippant tone. "He's quite young, too. Youngsters like him have the strongest vitality. We can split him evenly—enough to refine a whole pot of Blood Pills."

The two played off