After Daoist San Zui took the Formation Banner, the two swiftly darted toward the Ancient Teleportation Array nearby.
"Fellow Daoists, save me!"
Just then, the Burly Demonic Cultivator let out a miserable cry and ran toward them.
Wounds covered his body. Under Meng Shan's endless barrage of Talisman Paper attacks, he had been utterly defeated.
Seeing him about to approach the teleportation array, Xu Yan's face flashed with viciousness. He raised a hand and struck him with a spell, blasting him back toward Meng Shan.
Seizing the opportunity, Daoist San Zui held the Formation Banner and rapidly formed a succession of spell seals.
Boom!
The ancient array activated, releasing beams of light that shot into the sky. Xu Yan felt the space around him shudder, and then he vanished from the Ancient Ruins Battlefield.
Countless miles away, space rippled like water. Two figures leaped out like swimming fish and landed heavily on the ground.
They were, of course, Daoist San Zui and Xu Yan. The instant they landed, they put more than a hundred feet between themselves and eyed each other warily.
"This is bad!"
Suddenly, Daoist San Zui's expression changed drastically. An eerie red glow burst from around both of them and shot through the air like slithering snakes.
"The master of the Blood Sword Heart Curse has already used a secret art to activate it. He'll soon come hunting us."
At the thought of a sword cultivator who was at least at Foundation Establishment, Daoist San Zui turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with fear.
"Run, now!"
Xu Yan's expression also changed drastically. His sense of impending catastrophe grew ever stronger.
Gripped by dread, he wanted only to flee somewhere safe.
After a cursory glance around, Xu Yan realized they had reached the edge of Fufeng Commandery.