At the sound of the woman's cry, Ye Han and his two companions turned grave and looked in that direction...
They saw an exquisite woman surrounded by Golden Skull Heads, dressed in a long, tight-fitting black outfit covered in blood-red runes. Multicolored ribbons wound through her flowing black hair.
She raced toward Ye Han and the others, her face stricken with terror as she shouted, "Fellow Daoists, save me!!"
All three looked startled at the sight of the woman rushing toward them.
Bafang Cailai exclaimed in surprise, "The Blood Cloud Race?"
Yuwen Hong and Ye Han also stared at the female cultivator in astonishment. Judging by her appearance and attire, she was indeed a cultivator of the Blood Cloud Race, which the Immortal Race had exterminated not long ago!
They had never expected to encounter another one here.
Although she was terrified, and a female cultivator at that...
Who in the Cultivation World dared save someone recklessly? She might have some ulterior motive. The three immediately exchanged glances and prepared to skirt around her.
But then.
An arrogant, mocking voice rang out from afar. "Think you can escape?! Hahaha! Your Blood Cloud Race has been wiped out!!"
Three Immortal Race cultivators clad in Golden Armor followed, erupting with astonishing Immortal Spirit Qi as they chased down the Blood Cloud Race Female Cultivator.
"The Immortal Race, really?!"
At the sight, a trace of murderous intent surfaced in Ye Han's eyes. The days when the Immortal Race had hunted him were still vivid in his memory.
And now this damned Immortal Race had appeared again?
Still, he had no intention of attacking. Those three belonged to the Immortal Race, after all, and he had no idea whether reinforcements were behind them.
That was the advantage of belonging to a powerful race. Even