Had Bai Hengwan been present, she would have discovered, to her astonishment, that his general heading was precisely the direction in which the two Core Formation Cultivators had departed earlier.
Lin Changheng continued on his way at an unhurried pace.
But though he flew slowly, his thoughts raced, as if he had something else in mind.
In secret, he was already dividing his attention between two tasks:
He quietly activated the [Divine Blood Curse Seal Demonic Art], beginning to sense the curse seals he had already cast.
Two threads could be seen extending from his body, slender yet resilient, short yet seemingly endless, connecting to two distant locations through an unseen bond.
One lay unmistakably in the direction of the Purple Pole Sect. Without even thinking, he knew it was the seal binding Ye Qingwu.
The other had no fixed location.
It was still moving constantly, seemingly fleeing in every direction and desperately evading pursuit. From this sensation alone,
he could tell that its bearer was in an utterly wretched state, as though some terrifying existence were chasing him.
"Excellent!"
A cold smile curled at the corner of Lin Changheng's mouth.
This second thread had not existed before. He had only just created it!
It had landed on the False Core Old Devil.
When Bai Hengwan deployed the [True Core Talisman Treasure], both sides had been tense, their attention wholly absorbed as they devoted everything to responding. Seizing that moment, Lin Changheng had activated the [Divine Blood Curse Seal Demonic Art], deliberately weakening the seal and suppressing its presence
to the bare minimum. As the [True Core Talisman Treasure] broke through the enemy's defenses, he had flicked it out at precisely the right moment.
When the False Core Old Devil was wounded, pain had surged over him like a tide.