A Blood Shadow flew in, circling above Luofeng Mountain.
The thick stench of blood that followed mixed with the hot air, potent enough to make one's head spin.
A terrifying Nascent Soul aura radiated outward, scattering the flames and clearing a patch of ground.
"He got away again?"
The Blood Shadow revealed a middle-aged Cultivator with chiseled features and an uncanny, demonic charm. His mature face held a trace of world-weariness.
His gaze was sinister, his eyes upturned at the corners. As he swept his gaze around, his expression grew cold.
'The aura from Qingqiu Mountain can't be wrong. They said it was tainted when that Nascent Soul True Monarch fought Bai Zichen... The Blood God Compass requires a blood sacrifice for every reading. I've already killed three Core Formation Cultivators just to be guided down this path.'
The middle-aged Blood Robe Cultivator performed a quick divination with his fingers, but still found only chaos.
