Supported by the Bloodfiend Forefather, Zhou Xun looked toward the direction in which the ghost race had retreated.
Though he too had the urge to pursue them, his injuries were severe at the moment. Charging after them rashly would not only be of no help, but might even make him a burden to his companions.
Thus, he took out a Healing Elixir and began circulating his cultivation to heal his wounds.
Under the Human Race cultivators' fierce pursuit, the ghost race's retreating forces descended into utter chaos, with no small number of casualties.
However, the ghost race had deep foundations after all. Even amid the panic, they gradually stabilized their footing and set up several defensive lines at the rear to block the Human Race's pursuit.
"Hmph, a dying struggle!"
Netherfiend True Lord gave a cold snort and fiercely swung the demonic blade in his hand. A blade beam of demonic flame dozens of zhang long instantly slashed out, tearing a huge breach through one of the ghost race's defensive lines.
Then, his figure flashed as he charged into the ghost race's ranks. His demonic blade danced, and wherever it passed, ghost race soldiers screamed without end.
Liu He Sword Immortal's sword formation also displayed tremendous power. Under his control, jade swords moved like nimble fish, weaving through the ghost race's defensive lines.
They pursued them for over a thousand li before finally stopping.
After a brief period of meditation and breath regulation, Zhou Xun's aura had stabilized considerably.
Netherfiend True Lord came to Zhou Xun's side and asked with concern:
"Worthy brother, how are your injuries? Are they serious?"
"Thank you for your concern, Dao Brother. I just took a Healing Elixir, and I am already much better," Zhou Xun said with cupped hands.
"Today, we were able to