After using the Bloodfiend Shadow-Escaping Steps several times in succession, Xu Yan managed to put several hundred zhang between himself and Ji Heng.
But the repeated loss of blood essence had drained every trace of color from his face. A lock of white hair appeared without a sound, making him look considerably older.
At the far end of the horizon, an utterly black ocean faintly came into view. It joined heaven and earth, stretching for an unknown distance, far beyond the reach of a cultivator's sight.
Xu Yan's spirits lifted at the sight of that black ocean. He already knew that what lay ahead was no true ocean, but a peculiar sight formed by the poisonous mist spreading through the Ancient Demon Abyss.
The endless black poisonous mist churned. From afar, it resembled the heaving waves of an ocean, making it impossible not to fall prey to the illusion.
"I'm already at the edge of the Ancient Demon Abyss. Just hold on a little longer!" Xu Yan's face twisted savagely as he used the Bloodfiend Shadow-Escaping Steps once more!
Streams of blood essence flowed from the corners of Xu Yan's mouth. His entire body was drenched in blood, a ghastly sight.
"A Demonic Path Secret Art! Let's see how many more times you can use it!"
Seeing Xu Yan turn into a blood-colored shadow and widen the distance again, Ji Heng sneered. Demonic Path Secret Arts were exceedingly tyrannical and could not be used repeatedly in such a short time.
Bitterness crossed Xu Yan's face when he heard Ji Heng's words. The man was right. After several successive uses, his body was already struggling to bear the burden.
Cultivators who practiced this art could not use it more than three times in a month. Otherwise, each use would require more