Within the bloody light stood a bald old man with a hunched frame and an impassive face, a necklace of fist-sized skulls hanging around his neck.
Bloody light swirled around the old man. Without riding any flight treasure, he unleashed his formidable divine sense to sweep through the mountain forest below...
The bald old man muttered with a strange expression, "How odd! I clearly sensed someone here just now."
With that thought, he stopped and slowly descended toward the forest...
Suddenly!
The bald old man cursed furiously, "Damn it!"
With that, he transformed into a streak of bloody light and shot toward Spirit Tiger Cliff at an astonishing speed...
It took him only a dozen or so breaths.
The bald old man arrived above Spirit Tiger Cliff. Seeing it completely deserted, he seethed with rage and could not help cursing, "Useless bastards! So many of you, and you couldn't even guard Spirit Tiger Cliff?"
As he spoke, he searched everywhere with his divine sense. His expression suddenly changed, and he exclaimed, "Damn it! Who killed my men?"
He moved, formed a hand seal, and sent his divine sense outward, cursing, "Damn it! Trying to run?!"
Then he patted his Storage Bag and took out a Token. He shone it toward the formation restriction, opening a gap in the formation barrier, then raced off in pursuit at an astonishing speed...
Ye Han emerged from a tree and muttered, "Tch! Good thing I didn't bother with those people, or I'd have been in real trouble...!"
With that, he sprinted deeper into the mountain forest.
That Golden Core Stage Great Cultivator had to be the Golden Core Stage Martial Uncle Blood those Blood Cloud Sect disciples had mentioned.
Although the man had only swept his divine sense over him briefly, Ye Han