The sea of clouds churned, and astral winds cut like blades. Han Li plummeted through the sky from ten thousand zhang above, the wind howling in his ears as a terrifying, almost tangible pressure pursued him relentlessly from behind! Even from several hundred zhang away, the aftershock of the Black Fiend Cult Master's furious palm strike still sent his blood surging and threatened to tear his meridians apart. Blood welled up in his throat, but he forcibly swallowed it. A furious strike from a Nascent Soul cultivator-even a glancing blow-was far beyond what a Foundation Establishment cultivator could withstand!
The gap is too great! Alarm gripped Han Li's heart, yet his eyes held only an icy, deathly stillness. He knew that any hesitation or panic now would lead him straight to death. His only chance lay in this boundless sea of clouds, and... those pursuers behind him, so eager to earn merit!
Enduring the searing pain, he pushed the Essence-Concealing Technique to its limit. His figure seemed to dissolve into the mist, his downward trajectory turning erratic and elusive. At the same time, he drove the Profound Yin Spirit Eye at full power, piercing layer after layer of clouds and locking firmly onto two slightly weaker auras in pursuit-Elder Feng of the Black Fiend Cult and another cultist at foundation establishment great perfection!
First clip his wings and sow confusion! Han Li's thoughts raced, and he made his decision in an instant. He deliberately leaked a faint but distinct trace of his aura toward a dense bank of clouds diagonally below him, while he used his downward momentum and the clouds' cover to slip silently around to the two men's flank.
"He's over there! After him!" Elder Feng took the bait. He and his companion became two streaks of light,