After entering the dense forest, Yang Lingrui came beneath the thickest giant tree at its center and began meditating to regulate his breath.
By the time the screams and wails of those Eastern Wilderness cultivators gradually died away, he had more or less recovered his strength.
Rustle, rustle, rustle...
The trees trembled, and leaves and branches fell.
The central giant tree beside Yang Lingrui gradually shrank as well, slowly taking on a human form.
That main root glowing with a lustrous green light was swallowed back into He Shenglai's abdomen.
The two exchanged a glance. Neither said anything, and they turned to hurry toward the Tiger Chasing battle line.
With all ten of them dying at once, the Eastern Wilderness would surely learn of it immediately.
This place was still too close to the Eastern Wilderness line. Once they determined the location, they would certainly send pursuers.
Two Tiger Chasing geniuses delivered right to their doorstep, one of them even the "Yellow Wind Ghost" whom the Eastern Wilderness commanders hated to the bone.
Then the pursuers dispatched by the Eastern Wilderness this time would very likely no longer be Qi Gathering Cultivators, but Core Formation Realm cultivators sent directly into the fray.
And just after the two had run more than ten li, an intensely cold aura came whistling in from behind them.
Yang Lingrui summoned spiritual power to protect his body, only to find that it could not stop the cold aura's erosion at all. He then flung out a Spirit Shield Talisman and an Adamantine Talisman, but they were still of no use.
In only a few breaths, that chill had seeped deep into his flesh and bones, beginning to press toward his qi reservoir and heart.
"Hmph."
He Shenglai turned and glanced behind him, then snorted softly.