Lu Ren looked at Ming Wujin. After a moment of silence, he ultimately did not try to persuade her again.
"Then stay close to me!"
With that, Lu Ren flashed forward and continued deeper into the Ancestral Land.
Ming Wujin did not hesitate and immediately followed.
Not long after the two had left, streaks of whistling air tore through the crimson mist in the distance.
Clearly, the message sent by those two Eight-Armed Asura Clan experts had already drawn nearby powerhouses.
"Lu Ren has appeared!"
"He fled deeper into the Ancestral Land!"
"Chase!"
Angry shouts continuously rang out from behind them.
Lu Ren frowned slightly. The Yellow Springs Ghost Clan, the Four-Winged Asura Clan, and even Cang Xuanming had now joined forces.
Once they surrounded him, even if he broke through to the Forbidden Extreme Realm of the Heaven-Unity Stage, he would still surely die.
"Now, I have no way out. I can only press into the core of the Ancestral Land!"
Lu Ren frowned faintly.
How could he have imagined that the Yellow Springs Ghost Clan and the Four-Winged Asura Clan would actually join forces?
Lu Ren led Ming Wujin onward. As they ventured deeper, the Asura aura around them grew increasingly dense.
The crimson mist rolled between heaven and earth like blood.
From deep within the mist came faint, low roars, as though countless remnants of ancient Asura souls wandered through the depths of the Ancestral Land.
Ming Wujin's face grew paler and paler.
Though she could use Void-Sealing Heaven Qi to isolate the Asura aura, forcibly maintaining the Void Forbidden Domain earlier had drained too much of her strength.
Now that they were continuing deeper into the Ancestral Land, she was gradually unable to hold on.
Noticing something was wrong with her, Lu Ren stopped and asked,