In a valley in a particular area of the Ancient Dao Lakes, the glow of teleportation rose up into the sky. Rumbling sounds echoed out as a figure emerged at high speed from within the valley.
As soon as the figure emerged, the light of teleportation faded away.
Flying through the air was none other than Meng Hao.
His face was pale white, and as soon as he flew out from the valley, he landed on the ground and looked behind him, a trace of fear on his face.
“After getting Darkheaven and the others out, I was teleported seventy more times! The cycle of teleportation is astonishing. Toward the end, it started going faster and faster, and my qi and blood was being sucked out, weakening me.”
He took a deep breath and then produced some medicinal pills, which he quickly consumed. Then he flew up into the air and looked around to gain his bearings. The eruption of the Dao Lakes had ceased, as had most of the fighting.
“The disciples from the Blood Demon Sect most likely followed my instructions and went to the central zone.”
Having determined the general direction of the 3,000-meter Dao Lakes, Meng Hao started flying.
The entire way, he sent out his divine sense out to avoid the rifts, and also employed teleportation techniques.
Meanwhile, near the 3,000-meter Dao Lakes in the central...