Near dusk, two figures raced along the mountain path, one fleeing and the other pursuing, accompanied by more than ten spirit creatures.
Ahead was Wang Yan, who had run away. Tear stains still marked her face, but her expression had given way mostly to terror and regret as she repeatedly urged the Red-Spotted Lynx beneath her to run faster.
Behind her was the middle-aged rogue cultivator who looked like a scholar, his face dark and his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
"Running? You little whore, go ahead and run! Let's see where you can escape to!"
"Your guards are probably all dead by now, and I killed the Swift Eagle you sent out long ago. The Xuanyue Wang Family won't know you're here!"
"You even dared to fight back!"
A bleeding wound marred his arm, but as he spoke and circulated his spirit essence, it gradually tightened, and the bleeding began to stop.
He had carelessly suffered that wound earlier while trying to kill Wang Yan and seize her Storage Bag.
As a Tenth Transformation expert, he had actually let Wang Yan, a Spirit Tamer at eight turns, catch him off guard with a sneak attack. It infuriated him. More infuriating still was that Wang Yan had used a valuable Talisman Treasure, crafted by a master of the Talisman Way from rare, precious materials to store the power of a spell and release it when activated with spirit essence.
Something that should have fallen into his own pocket had instead been used against him.
Moreover, Wang Yan kept producing one trick after another. He had thought capturing her would be as easy as reaching out his hand, yet they had fought on the move for nearly an hour without him finishing her off. His growing anxiety finally drove him to