The instant he burst through the altar's barrier, Ming Xin shot forward like an arrow loosed from its bow, pushing his speed to its limit. He even burned part of his blood essence, unleashing an escape speed far beyond his usual limits.
He did not dare pause in the slightest, much less flee directly toward the rendezvous point he had arranged with Mo Jiang.
The Bone King's furious roar clung to him like a festering parasite, while its powerful divine sense swept across the vast, deathly silent Ancient Sunken Continent again and again.
Countless Void Clan patrols also rose into the air from every direction like a disturbed swarm of bees, spreading out in a net-like search.
He had to rely on the complex, bizarre terrain of this continent of death, as well as his unique affinity with Nirvana Power, to fight for a Thread of Life.
His figure darted through twisted black mountain ranges, sometimes plunging into gray mist-filled ravines that radiated corrosive energy, sometimes skimming along the edges of enormous fissures constantly oozing viscous black fluid.
He suppressed his aura to the utmost limit, even deliberately guiding the dense surrounding Nirvana Power to envelop him, trying to merge completely with the environment.
Whenever the Void Clan's divine sense swept past, he seemed to become part of the rocks or a wisp of dead energy flowing through the earth veins, narrowly evading detection time and time again.
But how terrifying was the divine sense of a late-stage Supreme Realm expert, especially on its home ground?
Several times, that icy divine sense almost brushed past his body. The pressure it brought made his soul tremble, worsening his internal injuries until golden blood continuously seeped from the corners of his mouth.
Enduring the intense pain and weakness, he relied on his