After bowing to this senior elder of the sect, Yang Lingshu continued north at full speed.
When he was about a third of the way from that battlefield, he saw two battered figures being chased by seven or eight Blood Corpses to a point not far from him.
Yang Lingshu focused his eyes and immediately recognized one of them as the Feng Family's ancestor, Feng Xiaotian. He promptly wheeled around and rushed to support them.
"Rootless Water, Heaven-Tangling Wood!"
Yang Lingshu gave a low shout, then rapidly circulated the Dao arts he had cultivated.
Pfft, pfft—
Bang! Crack—
A breath later, a stream of clear water inexplicably sprang into being in the sky behind the two old cultivators.
When the Blood Corpses drew near, thick branches, stems, and roots grew from within the water and tore them all to pieces.
Seeing the crisis resolved, the two battered old cultivators finally let out long breaths of relief and repeatedly thanked Yang Lingshu for saving them.
After asking what had happened, Yang Lingshu learned that the Demon Child who had fought their squad had already moved to a location thirty li east of there.
The Feng Family's ancestor, Feng Xiaotian, and another great-sect cultivator had both been too heavily wounded. Their self-detonation abilities had also been sealed by demonic clouds. Unwilling to become a burden or nourishment for the Demon Child, they had no choice but to flee here all the way.
Aside from the two of them, who had desperately escaped, nearly all the other cultivators in the group had perished. At present, only the He Family's ancestor, He Yonggu, was still holding out on the battlefield.
"Only thirty li? Good! I'll go support him now. Senior, the two of you should take these pills first and withdraw to the rear."