The red-robed man became increasingly agitated.
Just a Blood Woman, and yet she could evade his attacks time and again.
Even the deep forest seemed to be conspiring against him; the rocks he pushed down were either blocked by tree trunks, tripped by dead branches, or inexplicably changed their course, never landing where he aimed.
As a mentor, was he truly powerless against a Blood Woman who couldn't even step into the threshold of their world?
This was absolutely impossible.
The red-robed man took a deep breath, stopped attacking, and flew up to a treetop, sitting cross-legged and holding his breath, focusing his mind.
His palm faintly glowed red, condensing into a spark in the night, and as his breathing intensified, the spark grew into a fireball!
Down the mountain, Qin Xin was still racing along the winding road.
She couldn't stop; she had to delay this man as much as possible, leading him deeper into the mountains, then find a way to escape.
