Whoosh –

Whoosh –

The dappled sunlight shined through the mountain forests. Two shadows suddenly shot forwards at an astonishing speed, crossing dozens of feet in the blink of an eye. Looking carefully, one could see that they were one man and one woman. They were handsome and beautiful individuals wearing luxurious clothing, but at this time they were in a terribly distressing situation.

Wang Zifeng’s arm was wounded. It was unknown what sort of weapon caused this, but black gas lingered around the injury, even as blood dripped down. He tried swallowed recovery pills but nothing was able to stop the blood from flowing. His face was pale white and his normally confident and prideful eyes were now filled with alarm and fear. He often turned to look back, completely flustered.

As for Yun Xueqing beside him, although her face was also pale, she managed to barely maintain her calm. At the very least, she didn’t seem on the verge of collapse like he did.

“Damn it all, these demonic path people dare to chase us down! I will surely return this favor twice over in the future!” Wang Zifeng roared as he gasped for breath.

Yun Xueqing sighed inwardly. If he had strength to shout like this, he might as well save it to escape.

Suddenly, the scenery opened before them and massive clouds of fog appeared. The fog enveloped the entire valley that was located between steep mountain cliffs.

Yun Xueqing was surprised. A cultivator was actually living...