"Zhao Feng, Hou Tong, let's go!"
Ling Yun's eyes shifted, and he shouted sharply at Zhao Feng and Hou Tong.
"Hm?"
Zhao Feng and Hou Tong were slightly taken aback.
Boom!
At this ti below, blood spirit power surged around Ling Yun's body, already transforming into a scarlet stream of light, shooting violently toward the east.
"Is Senior Brother Ling Yun retreating?"
Zhao Feng and Hou Tong saw this, their expressions turning a bit ugly, never expecting to retreat and flee in this native plane, facing natives with lower cultivation than theirs.
However, they always took Ling Yun's lead, and now, both of them instantly erupted with combat power, breaking away from Zilan and the others, and fleeing in the sa direction as Ling Yun.
And obviously, the direction they headed was towards the East Sea.
"They ran?!"
Zilan, Nangong Feiyang, and the others were montarily stunned.
"You despicable native ants, when the strong of the Blood Evil Sect arrive, this plane will be washed with blood!"
Thousands of ters away, Ling Yun's cold and sinister roar echoed back.
"Want to run, did you ask us?"
Qin Yang's face turned cold, his figure flickered, already standing on the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.
From Ling Yun's words, Qin Yang learned one thing: these people were from that Blood Evil Sect, letting them get away would be like letting a tiger return to the mountain.
Since that Blood Evil Sect could establish itself, with disciples reaching the late stage Immortal Spirit Realm peak, there's no doubt the sect must have a strong presence in the Immortal Venerable Realm, so all these people must be killed!
"We chase, not one of these three can be allowed to escape!"
Qin Yang said to Zilan and the others.
Whizz!
As soon as he finished speaking, the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword drew an astounding streak of light, pursuing Ling Yun and the other two.
Followed closely by the Bronze Soldier, with a command from Qin Yang, the Bronze Soldier radiated a cyan glow, shooting out swiftly after them.
Zilan, Nangong Feiyang, and others quickly mounted the Flying Thunder Eagle and the Red Fla Eagle Vulture.
Chirp! Chirp!
Two demon beast fliers at the Demon General Level let out sharp eagle cries, also giving chase.
Boom!
Above the forests, Ling Yun's robes were in disarray, his hair flying wildly, and his once handso face was now unspeakably gloomy.
A disgrace, a great disgrace indeed!
Back then, he had escaped from the hands of an Immortal Venerable Realm powerhouse without being this pathetic.
This ti, he fled in such a sorry state from a native ant with a slightly lower cultivation.
However, this native plane was not as weak as he thought, even having a Heaven and Earth Spiritual Object appear. Reporting this to the sect ans that object would likely be beyond his grasp, yet not killing these people leaves a burning grudge in his heart.
Boom, boom, boom!
The three had consud the Suanni's blood, bursting forth with full speed, exceedingly fast.
Still, Qin Yang, as a Sword Cultivator, his speed using Sword Control was not slow, keeping pursuit of the three, yet not closing the distance.
Ahead, the end of the forest was near, and the azure sea was already visible.
"No, this can't go on, they must not be allowed to escape!"
Qin Yang's eyes glinted coldly, staring at the three beams escaping thousands of ters ahead, determined to give it all today to keep them here!
Swoosh!
With a thought, Qin Yang summoned a pitch-black small peak from his storage bag, which imdiately transford into a black stream of light shooting forward.
"Ninefold Prison Peak, Gravity Envelope!"
Qin Yang's fingertips shifted through spell seals.
Buzz~!
From the small black peak, a burst of black light erupted, instantly enveloping a five-thousand-ter space ahead.
Zhao Feng, Hou Tong, and Ling Yun's figures froze, as an invisible pressure acted upon them, making their bodies feel a hundred tis heavier in that instant.
After advancing to the late stage Immortal Spirit Realm, Qin Yang's control over the Ninefold Prison Peak improved significantly, enveloping a range of thousands of ters, subjecting everything within to a hundredfold gravity.
"Damn native ants..."
Ling Yun's face turned incredibly grim.
However, he was at the edge of the black mbrane, so with a burst of his internal spiritual power, he quickly rushed beyond the gravity envelope.
Blood spiritual power burst from Zhao Feng and Hou Tong's bodies, resisting that pressure, but their speed slowed a bit.
"Cold Ice Fist!"
Qin Yang's eyes flickered sharply, and both his fists were simultaneously wrapped in extre cold ice crystal, blasting toward Zhao Feng and Hou Tong's backs from a distance.
Boom! Boom!
Two ice crystal fist auras, emitting extre cold qi, instantly shot out from Qin Yang's fists, transforming into two icy white beams.
Feeling the chills creeping on their backs, Zhao Feng and Hou Tong's faces changed, turning around together.
"Blood Spirit Shield."
Blood spirit power erupted from both, forming a blood-colored shield, but before it could fully form, the two ice crystal fist auras were upon them.
Bang! Bang!
Two Cold Ice Fists shattered the Blood Spirit Shield, crashing heavily onto Zhao Feng and Hou Tong's chests.
"Puh!"
Hou Tong and Zhao Feng spat out blood in unison, their bodies flying backward, crashing into the forest below.
Boom! Boom!
In the forest, dozens of trees turned to powder, and two deep pits marred the ground, indicating the considerable injuries from the blow.
Ling Yun had already escaped the gravity envelope of Ninefold Prison Peak, casting a glance back with a hint of gloom in his eyes.
Yet his speed did not falter, continuing to speed forward.
"Zilan, these two are yours!"
Qin Yang transmitted to Zilan and the others following closely.
"Yes, Brother Qin Yang."
Zilan responded, speaking.
Chirp! Chirp!
In the sky, the Flying Thunder Eagle and Red Fla Eagle Vulture dived towards the two pits in the forest.
On them, Zilan, Nangong Feiyang, Bi Luoyue, Ophelia, and others burst forth with spiritual power, leaping from the backs of the demon bird mounts toward Zhao Feng and Hou Tong, who had just risen from the pits.
Witnessing this, Zhao Feng and Hou Tong's faces turned pale.
Boom!
At this ti, in the sky, Ling Yun had already shot to the shore of the East Sea, with an endless view of the sea ahead.
"You can't escape! Sword like a flowing light, swift!"
Whizz!
Behind Ling Yun, Qin Yang, his face icy, was swiftly pursuing with the Jade-handled Dragon Roar Sword.
Boom!
Qin Yang's spiritual power surged, transforming into an ethereal blue spiritual power river, pouring into the sea ahead, causing waves hundreds of ters high to rise, crashing toward Ling Yun.
"Scram."
Ling Yun's eyes turned gloomy, coldly commanding, and with a wave of his right hand, blood spiritual power surged, shattering the massive wave.
Splatter, splatter!
Raindrops as big as beans fell from the sky, landing on the sea surface, and on the clothes of both n.
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