The presence was incomparably powerful. The mere sweep of its lingering force struck many Qi Refining soldiers at the canyon's edge like a heavy hammer, churning their Qi and Blood.
Even Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators like Song Yan found their breathing stifled.
Wu Yun and Wei Zhi stepped forward simultaneously, shielding Wu Caidie behind them.
The False Core Realm?!
Could this be the rebel leader?
Yet that presence did not linger. It merely skimmed the edge of the newly formed formation at tremendous speed, shooting out from the canyon's depths and fleeing toward the horizon.
Dust began to rise. Song Yan summoned a little Sword Qi to surround himself, while a gleam of gold rose into his eyes.
Void-Viewing!
The other party had no intention of staying, giving Song Yan a moment to observe him.
The presence of that streak of light carried dense Sha Qi, vaguely bearing a trace of a Golden Core cultivator's bearing. It was indeed the False Core Realm.
Yet beneath Void-Viewing, that presence was incomparably weak, like a candle flickering in a gale, liable to go out at any moment.
Perhaps that was precisely why it carried a disordered sense of rapid decline on the brink of death and a blazing desire to survive, making the heart tremble.
His presence fluctuated violently, now strong, now weak, as he fled through the sky at tremendous speed, heading straight out of the canyon.
It seemed this man was indeed the rebel leader, but how had he escaped Deputy General Luo, a Golden Core Realm cultivator...
Had Luo Zheng gone soft?
That was unlikely.
But none of that mattered. What mattered was...
This was a False Core Realm rebel who was a spent arrow, his life hanging by a thread.
Song Yan did not know what had happened