The Yanran Mountain Range.
Outside a certain stream valley.
Two bedraggled figures stumbled through a stretch of forest, leaving a trail of blood.
They were a man and a woman. Though their Daoist robes were torn to shreds, they were still recognizable as the robes of Dongyuan Sect Inner Sect disciples.
"Sis, I... I can't run anymore."
The male disciple's face was deathly pale. A gash on his left shoulder ran deep enough to expose bone.
Now, every few steps he took left dark red sludge on the ground.
"Zilin, don't stop."
Wu Shuangzhi seized his arm, her voice somewhat hoarse. "Once we reach the stream valley ahead, we might be able to use the terrain to hold them off!"
Wu Zilin gritted his teeth, frantically squeezing every last strand of Spiritual Power from his body as he followed his sister toward the stream valley.
Over a dozen zhang behind them, five cultivators in green robes came hurtling after them.
Their leader looked like a young man, with two Bronze Maces hovering at his sides, one on either side.
"Senior Brother Xu, these two really can run..."
"That male cultivator we killed earlier gave us quite a bit of trouble, and the female cultivator has a few tricks too."
"These Dongyuan Sect wastes are only first-rate at running away."
The cultivator addressed as "Big Brother Xu" did not converse with the others, merely racing in the direction the pair had fled.
"Enough nonsense. Hurry up and kill these two. Cut out the weeds by the roots."
By now, Wu Shuangzhi had already brought Wu Zilin into the stream valley.
The entrance was narrow. The instant the two stumbled into the valley, a Fire Talisman exploded as it grazed their backs.
The blast threw them to the ground.
Five figures filed