A strange look appeared in the blood-red figure's narrow eyes as he muttered, "How strange. I deliberately left them an opening, so why haven't those fellows followed me?"
As he spoke, the blood-red figure stopped and muttered in irritation, "Tch! Haven't I wasted all that divine soul poison for nothing?"
His aura surged, and the gourd treasure he had released, still spinning rapidly, flew back to him.
The blood-red figure looked back. Should I go back and take a look? Perhaps those fellows found something else!
With that thought, the blood-red figure turned and raced back...
But!
After racing back only a few hundred zhang, the blood-red figure abruptly stopped again...
Suspicion filled his narrow eyes as he said, "No! Those damned members of the Ancient Human Race are anything but ordinary schemers. What if it's a trap? Wouldn't I be going back to my death?!"
As he spoke, he stroked a Storage Bag on his back and hesitated. He had finally struck a great vein of luck, coming across the Ancient Dragon Divine General's physical body as it lay in that Water Spirit Coffin, clinging ignobly to life...
Although the other party had nearly killed him instead, with the Ancient Dragon Divine General's physical body, not only could he make a breakthrough in his cultivation, but his Soul-Absorbing Poison Mosquitoes could also absorb its aura, gain an Ancient Dragon's aura, and evolve to a higher level...
By comparison, those four Ancient Human Race cultivators all possessed astonishing divine abilities and cultivation. He could still handle one of them...
If all four attacked together, unless he lured them into being poisoned by his divine soul poison, he might well lose his own life.
Most importantly, this was not the first time he had suffered at the hands of those Human