Han Li followed behind Marquis Nanlong and the others, finally flying out of the massive wind formation that stretched for dozens of miles. During this time, not a single spell warrior appeared to intercept them, clearly having received instructions from someone. This made Han Li recall the unusual situation he had inadvertently noticed when breaking through the formation’s restrictions.
To be honest, it was quite a coincidence! At the time, since his spiritual sense couldn’t penetrate the surrounding sandstorm, he had no choice but to channel spiritual power into his eyes to test the abilities of his Bright Sight Spirit Eyes. After all, he had already wiped his eyes with the Bright Sight Spirit Water multiple times, and now was the perfect opportunity to see its effects.
The results far exceeded his expectations. The originally hazy yellow sandstorm became completely transparent under the gaze of his spirit eyes, filling him with immense joy! However, he soon grew puzzled again, as within the sandstorm not far away, he spotted a round, shadowy figure about ten zhang in diameter. Startled, the spiritual power in his eyes faded, and the shadow disappeared, leaving only the sandstorm visible to his naked eye.
Han Li was taken aback. When he used his spirit eyes again, the shadow reappeared in the same spot as if it had never vanished. This time, he increased the spiritual power in his eyes, and the shadow gradually became clearer, faintly revealing several humanoid figures moving within it.
No matter how much more spiritual power he infused, he could only see this much—apparently, this was the limit of his Bright Sight Spirit Eyes. But Han Li now understood that someone was using a technique to conceal themselves nearby, spying on them. Though he didn’t know what kind of astonishing ability could deceive even a Nascent Soul cultivator, the only ones who could appear here were spell warriors.
It seemed the other party also recognized their formidable group and had no intention of confronting them directly, opting instead to observe coldly from the sidelines. Given this, Han Li didn’t expose their presence and pretended not to notice before leaving. He figured these people wouldn’t dare to come out and block them now.
Once they left the yellow sandstorm, Han Li and the others immediately activated their escape lights, transforming into streaks of dazzling rainbows as they sped away at full speed. After all, though they had bypassed the vanguard of the spell warriors, the main force would arrive soon. If they couldn’t escape this desolate wilderness quickly, their lives would truly be in danger.
Whether the high-ranking spell warriors in the army attacked them individually or swarmed them en masse, they wouldn’t stand a chance. Thus, Marquis Nanlong and the others remained silent, focusing solely on increasing their speed.
With their profound cultivation, it took only half a day before they faintly spotted a patch of green on the distant ground—they had finally reached the edge of the Mulan Grassland.
“Good, we can finally relax. It seems this time, we’ve escaped danger unscathed,” Marquis Nanlong, who was leading the way, let out a long sigh of relief and smiled slightly, slowing his escape speed.
After such a long time of expending vast amounts of spiritual power, even he was feeling the strain, and the others weren’t faring much better, so they also reduced their speed.
“Indeed, we’ve made it this far without incident. Even if those Mulan people regret letting us go, they can’t catch up now,” the dark-skinned man said lightly, clearly believing they were out of danger.
“Don’t let your guard down! The spell warriors have many formidable figures among them, with abilities beyond imagination. We—hmm?” The white-robed elder had just spoken a few words when he suddenly let out a soft exclamation, his face turning suspicious as he glanced back.
Han Li’s heart stirred, and just as he was about to say something, a sharp, ear-piercing screech echoed faintly from far behind.
In the blink of an eye, the strange screech grew louder. Everyone’s expressions changed drastically as they turned to look.
On the distant horizon, a flash of white light appeared—a seemingly small orb was hurtling toward them at an astonishing, almost unbelievable speed.
“Damn it! That’s the spell warriors’ Wind-Riding Chariot. The ones inside must be at our level, or they wouldn’t dare chase us!” The white-robed elder recognized the object at a glance, his face twisting with shock and anger.
“There are five spell warriors inside, all at the Nascent Soul stage like us. It seems they don’t intend to defeat us but to delay us until reinforcements arrive,” Wang Tiangu said grimly after scanning with his spiritual sense.
“We can’t afford to engage them. With five spell warriors, we can’t defeat them quickly, and once we start fighting, we won’t be able to escape. We should split up and each use our own techniques to flee. Here are some jade slips—one for each of you. They contain a meeting location. After three days, we’ll regroup there.” Marquis Nanlong hastily finished speaking and pulled out identical jade slips from his robe, tossing one to each person. In the brief moment they delayed, the Wind-Riding Chariot in the distance became clearly visible.
“Fellow Daoists, take care. We’ll meet again in three days.” Without further delay, Marquis Nanlong enveloped himself in golden light and shot off at an angle.
The white-robed elder, his face dark, transformed into a white streak of light and flew in a different direction. The old woman and the others, after taking the jade slips, wasted no time and scattered in all directions, each activating their own secret techniques.
The dark-skinned man’s body erupted with several feet of pale yellow spiritual flames before he plunged into the ground, vanishing without a trace—clearly using an earth escape technique.
The old woman, meanwhile, flicked her wrist, and a silver-white crane hairpin appeared in her hand. She blew a breath of spiritual energy onto it, and a white-feathered spirit crane materialized before her, enveloped in a radiant glow. With a flash, the old woman wobbled onto the crane’s back, and with a long cry, the crane carried her over a hundred zhang away in an instant.
As for the cold-faced cultivator surnamed You, his body erupted with silver light. After forming a hand seal, he merged with some unknown treasure, transforming into a silver flood dragon that soared into the clouds and disappeared.
Wang Tiangu, Wang Chan, and Yan Ruyan, using some Ghost Spirit Sect secret technique, merged into a thick black streak of light and fled together. In moments, they were reduced to a mere speck on the horizon, their speed breathtaking.
Han Li wasn’t slow either. Almost as soon as he took the jade slip from Marquis Nanlong, a flash of red light appeared, and a crimson cloak materialized around him.
Without hesitation, he channeled a surge of spiritual power into the cloak, which emitted a low hum and glowed brilliantly. Han Li transformed into a streak of blood-red light, shooting away at a speed no slower than the others. He even had the leisure to glance back at the pursuing Wind-Riding Chariot.
Though the chariot was still far away, Han Li’s powerful spiritual sense allowed him to see it clearly in an instant.
The artifact was bizarre in appearance—resembling a pristine white, square beast-drawn carriage, but without any spirit beasts pulling it or wheels beneath. Instead, extending from either side of the carriage were dark red wooden wings, each about seven or eight zhang long, covered in floating runes and shimmering with five-colored light. Upon closer inspection, Han Li realized with surprise that the entire chariot was crafted from some unknown beast bones, exuding a faint aura of savagery.
Blocked by the white light, Han Li could only vaguely make out the figures of several people inside. Having never fought spell warriors before, he didn’t dare probe the chariot with his spiritual sense. Instead, he turned back and urged the blood-red cloak onward, speeding straight toward the southern Mulan Grassland.
In moments, the nine of them had scattered over ten miles apart. The Wind-Riding Chariot, meanwhile, closed in on the spot where they had split up, prompting Han Li to glance back once more.
The chariot abruptly halted, and after several flashes of white light, four figures—three men and one woman, each dressed differently—stepped out. After a brief discussion, they split up, each chasing after one of the fleeing cultivators. Fortunately for Han Li, no one came his way.
Relieved, Han Li was about to sigh in relief when a sudden thought struck him, and he inwardly cursed, “Not good!”
Almost simultaneously, the previously stationary Wind-Riding Chariot erupted with blinding white light and shot straight toward him. The shrill screech it emitted was like a mind-drilling demonic sound, causing Han Li’s expression to darken within the blood-red light.
With a cold snort, Han Li intensified the glow around him, increasing his speed by a third. The blood-red cloak itself began emitting a deep, resonant hum.
Two streaks of light—one blood-red, the other white—raced across the sky, separated by over ten miles, one fleeing, the other pursuing.
Though the spell warriors’ Wind-Riding Chariot was terrifyingly fast, Han Li’s blood-red cloak was no ordinary treasure either. The two entered a stalemate, neither able to close the gap.
Soon, they entered the vast grassland, and before long, both streaks of light vanished from the edge of the plains, chasing deeper into the wilderness.
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