This was a battlefield. Getting out of here would never be as easy as taking a leisurely stroll through a courtyard.
Lu Feng had changed his aura to that of the Blood Fiend Race, avoiding the attention of those on the Heaven-Swallowing Race's side, only to be targeted by someone from the Corpse Spirit Sect's side.
This was a disciple of the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect at the peak Golden Immortal level, yet he gave Lu Feng a sense of danger. Leaving everything else aside, the sheer density of the true qi within his body had actually reached the level of an ordinary Daluo Golden Immortal.
This was by no means good news for him. Although Lu Feng was not especially familiar with the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect, his observations over the past several days had given him some understanding.
They specialized in poison arts. Their true qi was not necessarily poor, but it certainly could not be called outstanding.
Under normal circumstances, it was somewhat inferior even to that of the Ghost King Sect's skeletons, let alone capable of exceeding their own realm by an entire level like this.
Moreover, two Daluo Golden Immortals were always following close behind this man, like a pair of personal guards. That alone was enough to show that his status in the Ten Thousand Poisons Sect was anything but ordinary.
"Interesting. A member of the Blood Fiend Race at the Profound Immortal Realm, actually moving through this battlefield like a fish in water."
The Ten Thousand Poisons Sect disciple followed Lu Feng with great interest.
The Rusty Sword could conceal his aura, but only within a certain range. While fleeing just now, Lu Feng had inadvertently entered the disciple's detection range, allowing him to catch Lu Feng's aura at once and greatly surprising