"The Demon Beast caught up with the people behind us! Two cultivators are dead!" Sun Xing said, his face grim.
"What? That fast?" Jin Zhan's expression changed, and he cried out in alarm. Then, as if something had suddenly occurred to him, he hurriedly asked, "Why didn't my divine sense detect that Demon Beast's aura?" His unspoken meaning was that his divine sense was about as powerful as Sun Xing's, so he should have sensed anything Sun Xing could.
"The two who died were both cultivators from our Fire Dragon Palace. All the cultivators who came with me this time established a sacrificial link between their primordial spirits and mine. The spirit fragments they gave me have vanished, so naturally I know something happened to them!" Sun Xing said, looking thoroughly ill-fated. These cultivators were all loyal to him within the Fire Dragon Palace and formed the backbone of his faction. Counting the two Li Xiaoya had killed, he had already lost four on this journey. Naturally, his expression was ugly.
"Then we'd better hurry. That thing is far too fast!" With that, Jin Zhan suddenly drew a talisman shimmering with azure light from his robes. A trace of reluctance crossed his face before he slapped it onto himself. Azure light blazed around him, and his speed immediately increased by thirty percent as he raced ahead.
That old bastard! Sun Xing cursed inwardly. Azure light suddenly flared around him as well, and he chased after Jin Zhan, scarcely any slower.
A group of five or six Demonic Path cultivators raced through the dense forest beneath a sky filled with black mist.
Suddenly!
Bzzzzzzzzzz!
"Run! Something's coming after us!" One cultivator suddenly heard a buzzing sound behind him and hurriedly glanced back. A pitch-black mass in the distance was hurtling toward