"Whoosh!"
Of the three fleeing for their lives, the tall, thin cultivator had made it the farthest.
His cultivation was only at the Foundation Establishment late stage, yet he was the fastest, outpacing even his fellow disciple at the Foundation Establishment peak.
He rode a blue curved saber, apparently a superior-grade premium spirit artifact. Driven by his unrestrained magical power, it whistled through the air like a streak of light.
He had also practiced some unknown cultivation method or secret art. Blue smoke rose around him, shrouding his body and making his presence elusive. Even someone who could sense him would find it exceedingly difficult to pinpoint his trajectory.
Although terror filled the tall, thin cultivator's heart, he still harbored a sliver of hope, and his escape speed brought him some relief. Heh! How vital it is to master a high-speed escape technique!
That old monster will surely chase the other two first! Their auras are obvious, and they're slower! My [Light-Transforming Saber] is unrivaled among those of my level. Not only is its offensive power immense, it's renowned for its speed. Even a False Core Cultivator unfamiliar with escape techniques wouldn't catch so much as a glimpse of my back! Once I put a few more miles between us and slip into the chaotic spiritual energy of the [Miasma-Shadow Ancient Forest] ahead, he can forget about finding me!
Yet the instant that thought arose, a tall, straight figure materialized like a ghost in the previously empty air ahead, blocking his escape route as though he had been waiting there all along.
The tall, thin cultivator was scared out of his wits. His escape light faltered sharply, and without thinking, he spat out a mouthful of essence blood. The blood mist instantly merged into the [Light-Transforming Saber], boosting its speed