Elsewhere, atop a hill dozens of miles away, a dim streak of blood-red light flashed and plunged to the ground.
Thud!
As the bloody light faded, Ye Zhen landed on one knee, gouging a sizable pit in the earth beneath her.
She clamped one arm tightly over her dantian. A silver flying knife could faintly be seen embedded there, but beneath her slashed clothing, a layer of pale silver armor was clearly visible.
Besides her protective magical artifact, she actually had another means of defense underneath.
Driven by the immense force of Wang Yu's throw, the silver flying knife's tip had forcibly pierced the soft armor. Even so, most of its force had been dissipated, and it had barely penetrated a short distance into her dantian.
Despite that, blood streamed from her abdomen. Earlier, she had needed to devote all her attention to controlling the Blood Escape Talisman's flight and had had no time to treat her injury.
Now that Ye Zhen had fled so far in one go with the talisman's power, even a Foundation Establishment cultivator would have trouble finding her. Only then did she relax completely and hurriedly begin tending to her wound.
First, she endured the sharp pain and yanked the flying knife out of her abdomen. Then, with one hand, she swiftly pressed several acupoints around her dantian, took a talisman from inside her robes, and stuck it to herself. At the same time, she rummaged a small white bottle out of her Storage Bag and swallowed all the medicinal liquid inside in one gulp.
A moment later, a pale green glow spread over her body. The bleeding from her abdomen quickly stopped, and the wound rapidly contracted, leaving only a faint white knife scar in the blink of an eye.
At this sight, Ye