The Three-Tailed Flood Dragon withdrew his right hand, which was wreathed in black demonic power. A shadow flickered through his slit pupils. "A Great Displacement Talisman. He certainly ran fast."
"My lord, should we split up and pursue him?" An early Deity Transformation Black Bear Demon stepped forward and asked in a rumbling voice.
"No need." The Three-Tailed Flood Dragon snorted. "The second-layer space is fraught with danger. An early Deity Transformation cultivator with depleted true essence, gravely wounded and near death, can't even handle the native vengeful spirits here. Find the next one."
He raised his head, his nose twitching as he caught the lingering traces of scent in the air.
"To the west. I smell roasted little birds. The Fire Phoenix Clan will make a nice snack."
The Three-Tailed Flood Dragon took a step, turned into a streak of black lightning, and vanished instantly. Seven great Deity Transformation demons, including the Black Bear Demon and Kunpeng, followed close behind, their terrifying demonic aura tearing a long gray-black streak beneath the dark red sky.
Hundreds of miles away, fierce winds howled.
Dozens of enormous fire phoenixes hurtled through the air at low altitude. Their crimson flames scorched the surrounding baleful energy, making it crackle.
Feng Chitian, the Fire Phoenix Clan's patriarch, flew at the front, burning his early Deity Transformation true essence without restraint. His face was deathly pale. The sense of danger clung to his heart like a festering wound, impossible to shake.
The spatial formation on the first layer had already been sinister enough, but this second layer positively reeked of death. There was no spiritual energy, only endless baleful energy.
"Patriarch, where are we going? This place has no end!" a peak Nascent Soul elder of the Fire Phoenix Clan cried in despair.
"Shut up and