Another three days passed. At dusk, on the boundless Gobi, the human-faced, leopard-bodied Exotic Beast Zhujian carried Zhang Shan, the "Strange Mountain Elder," an Earth Rank Tenth Transformation expert of the Myriad Phenomena Sect, into this deserted wilderness.
By now, Zhang Shan had an entire squad of elite Warriors beside him, all Death Warriors at the tenth turn of the Human Rank or above. Dressed in fitted black robes, their auras were quiet and restrained. At their head were two General-Rank Warriors of the Earth Rank Realm, each holding a War Saber as they surveyed their surroundings.
"Found him..."
Suddenly, Zhang Shan turned his head toward the sky. A Spirit Eagle swept overhead, letting out a piercing cry.
Without waiting for his command, Zhujian immediately quickened its pace, racing in the direction the Spirit Eagle indicated.
Meanwhile, in a stretch of wilderness far away, the earth was dry and cracked like the bark of an ancient tree that had withered years ago. Above it, an enormous black dragon silhouette held its head high like a serpent, dim red light flickering in its eyes as it growled.
Surging Spirit Essence mingled with vast quantities of Heaven and Earth Essence, sweeping out like a storm. Waves of astral force, sharp as swords, struck in every direction with ferocious momentum.
Ye Tianming was locked in fierce combat with his pursuers.
These pursuers were Rogue Cultivator experts drawn by the bounty. They had believed the rumors and knew that merely delaying Ye Tianming for a moment might earn them a hefty reward. Thinking it a worthwhile bargain, they had rushed here.
After a fierce battle, however, Ye Tianming had killed more than half of their dozen-odd number. The survivors were barely holding on, seemingly moments away from being wiped out.
"Hm?"
Just then, Ye