Guan Yuanxiang recognized it at a glance as a black Mystical Bird puppet. Without the slightest hesitation, she darted through the air and veered to one side.
She moved with incredible speed. Once she swept past that patch of ground, the puppet that had been on the verge of falling apart had already vanished.
At this moment, explosions rang out throughout the marketplace, accompanied by one piercing, miserable scream after another. Naturally, Guan Yuanxiang felt no sympathy whatsoever. It would be best if every last one of those people died.
Yet because of that brief delay, the path ahead that might have led to her escape was blocked by three Nascent Soul cultivators who had been waiting on the outskirts.
Guan Yuanxiang had gone mad. Her aura erupted like a raging tempest in an instant. She knew that although the opposing Spirit Transformation cultivator had been severely injured—
Once he swallowed the Pill, however, all her hopes of escape would be completely cut off. After merely refining the healing Pill for a short while, he would immediately catch up.
Thus, she had very little time. Moreover, Guan Yuanxiang had not even considered whether she would still be unable to escape with a Spirit Transformation cultivator leading people in pursuit behind her.
At this moment, she only wanted to get as far away from this place as possible. Because she had not seen the Spirit Transformation cultivator pursue her immediately, she had guessed that the other party might have been seriously wounded by the Great Elder's self-destructing puppet.
Yet she still did not know that the Spirit Transformation cultivator's injuries were even more severe than she had imagined. He had been struck before he had any chance to defend himself.
His qi sea had been injured. So long as he circulated