"Reporting to you, Patriarch: that man from the Mara Sect vanished without a trace after entering. But a few days ago, some disciples discovered quite a few shriveled corpses east of the mountain range. It looked very much like Zhu Wuyan's handiwork, but many of the corpses were disciples of our own sect. He actually killed friend and foe alike," the middle-aged man hurriedly reported, though a hint of frustration crept into his voice toward the end.
"Heh heh, that little madman is Blood Smoke Old Fiend's backup blood spirit incarnation. He knows it perfectly well himself, which is why he acts so recklessly and insanely. It doesn't matter if he kills a few useless fools. Find a way to contact him as soon as possible and have him join us.
"If he contributes substantially when I retrieve the treasure, I might make an exception and plead his case with Blood Smoke Old Fiend." The enormous White Bone Fiend chuckled and replied indifferently.
"Yes, Patriarch. I'll send people to find Zhu Wuyan right away." The middle-aged man hastily nodded in agreement.
"I hope High Person Jialan's hidden treasures won't disappoint me. If I can find an opportunity for Nascent Soul Formation..." the enormous White Bone Fiend murmured, his gaze drifting toward the center of the mountain range, filled with anticipation.
Wang Yu fled seventy or eighty li in one go. Only after the bloody light surrounding him had been exhausted did he plunge toward a hollow below.
Thud.
His feet landed firmly on soft earth. He turned and swept his gaze across the distant sky behind him, relaxing slightly only after confirming that no one was pursuing him.
It looks like I used that Blood Escape Talisman just in time. An ordinary Flying Boat couldn't possibly catch up.
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