Jin Si swam through the trench, feeling that the desolate fields were unusually noisy today.
Several local lineages had sent people to investigate, while commanders of the government troops and rebel forces had led their men here to fight over the prize. Men, horses, and banners mingled in confusion, shouts and curses rising one after another. They severely disrupted his senses, throwing his search into disarray.
He looked up at the sky. Apart from a few White Cranes from Pillowstar Mountain pursuing the eerie creature, no other demon birds patrolled the air.
Swimming along the trench to a sharp bend, he used the earthen wall as cover and quietly raised his large head.
The Daoists and demon spirits pursued the eerie creature anxiously. All manner of spirit-light spells hammered down like raindrops, sending dust flying and bloody light surging.
The eerie creature fled headlong toward another group of soldiers drawn here by the battle. Horses whinnied, men screamed, and blood splashed everywhere. It replenished itself with flesh and blood, then kept running, wielding spells, martial techniques, and all manner of arts as readily as plucking flowers, without the slightest hesitation.
Jin Si narrowed his vertical pupils, inwardly chilled.
It really did know spells. It must have been a great cultivator in life. What a pity it had fallen into such a state.
He calculated the blood-red creature's path, worked out the possible routes it might take along the way, and narrowed them down to a general area.
An ambush was delicate work. Only careful calculations could ensure a single strike found its mark. He could not rush; he had to remain patient and composed, cautious and then more cautious still. The uncanny creature could still use spells, so it must have retained some of its combat experience from life. The