He immediately held his breath and stilled his mind.
Sure enough, he then heard the faint sound of heavy breathing. After listening a bit, he realized the sound was actually coming toward them.
The few of them no longer hesitated and hurriedly looked for a place to hide.
In no more than fifteen minutes, a black figure cut through the wind and arrived.
Wind sprang beneath his feet, yet his breathing was rough and heavy—clearly he was injured.
He stepped on branches and grass as he ran to this spot, then let out a muffled groan and involuntarily came to a stop.
He casually pulled off his face cloth, opened his mouth, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Although the Crimson Blood Divine Technique can greatly increase my Inner Strength for a short time.
"This kind of desperate method really can't be used often.
