The Blood Moon hung high in the sky, spilling crimson moonlight.
It illuminated the shattered remains of the paper monsters on the ground, turning them a ghastly white.
Scraps of paper fluttered through the sky, circling and drifting in the wind.
Like countless ghostly white hands, the sight was as eerie as could be.
Just as everyone remained at a loss, their unease mounting.
Cao Xianming's fingertips danced rapidly, the Data Model before him running through frenzied calculations before finally settling on a startling probability.
He abruptly looked up and pointed toward the lone house in the distance, his voice terrifyingly calm:
"There's a seventy percent chance that guy is hiding in this direction."
The moment he finished speaking, the Heavenly Dragon Slash spread open behind Yang Yong with a thunderous crash, its metal blades gleaming coldly beneath the Blood Moon.
He leaped into the air and glided straight toward the house.
The other Transcendents moved instantly as well.
One strode through the air.
Another flickered in and out of sight.
Another became a blur.
Each displayed their own abilities, racing furiously in the same direction.
Of them all, Wang Ying was the fastest.
At some point, the Black Gold Bone Blade in her hand had awakened a new ability.
It could actually pull her body along, allowing her to fly short distances through the air.
Every step Wang Ying took carried her nearly a hundred meters.
Each step left an afterimage; each step tore through the air.
It rivaled the legendary ability to shrink vast distances to inches.
Closer.
Closer and closer.
As they searched along the way, there was nothing around them but barren farmland and a few scattered, withered trees.
The trees were too short to conceal anyone.
There was only that house.
Like a solitary grave