Then he pursued in another direction.
He could sense the frantic depletion of Mu Yuanlong's life force through the corpse qi mark left by the Three Evil Corpses.
A hundred breaths of time.
Three-tenths had already been lost.
It was still depleting crazily.
After chasing for a quarter of an hour, Mu Yuanlong finally stopped, and his life force became even more sparse.
Wen Jiu followed, staying distant as he observed Mu Yuanlong fall into a small village in the mountains, leaning against a wooden house, desperately gulping down elixirs, bottle after bottle, handful after handful.
However.
The life force continued to drain away.
The awakened villagers and yellow dog, terrified, did not dare approach and quickly fled.
Wen Jiu hid quietly, watching as Mu Yuanlong's breath grew weaker until the last bit of life force entirely vanished.
Yet Wen Jiu still did not advance.
