Yi Yang packed everything away. Instead of retracing his steps, he climbed over a broken wall and slipped into another alley.
The eastern side of Crossing Peak Stronghold was still burning. Firelight stained the clouds overhead red, while intermittent battle cries and the dull thuds of colliding true qi echoed in the distance. The fighting had not ended.
Looking up, he could still faintly see the demon that the Nine Evil Sect's Grand Elder had become, locked in fierce combat amid an onslaught of blades, spears, and swords. Clearly, the battle between those top-tier experts was not over either.
Yi Yang circled through three streets, made sure no one was tailing him, then slipped into a house whose door stood half open.
No one was inside. The room looked as though it had been vacant for a long time.
Yi Yang barred the door from within, then sat cross-legged in a corner. He intended to heal first. He had depleted more than half his true qi, and returning now would not be entirely safe.
He took two spirit crystals from his Storage Ring, held them in his palms, and circulated the Wood True Yang Scripture. Energy flowed from the crystals through his meridians into his depleted qi sea. As that energy poured in, his profound light seed lit up again, giving off a faint blue-green glow.
His meridians ached and swelled from being pushed beyond their limits. Wherever his Yi Wood True Qi passed, it carried a gentle warmth that gradually dissolved the soreness.
Eyes closed, Yi Yang reviewed the earlier battle as he recovered.
This had been his first fight against someone in the dharma body realm.
Earlier, after Han Ji manifested that thirty-foot-tall Blue-Faced Divine General, his overall combat strength had more than doubled.
Strength, speed, defense-the gap