Yi Ding quickly followed behind him. A few black figures were chasing after him. Yi ru held a Buddhist commandment blade in his hand, but there were a few bloody holes on his body. Although he was a body cultivator and had used his muscles to seal the blood vessels so that they wouldn't bleed anymore, blood was still seeping out of the wounds.
These days, Li Ding had not met anyone from the Iron Buddha Temple. However, this morning, he accidentally met a few people from the Nightwalker sect. After a huge battle, he was injured and could only escape. However, the Nightwalker sect was still chasing him.
Li Ding knew that he couldn't escape for too long. His wounds needed to be treated. Although there wasn't much blood, the weapons of the people from the Nightwalker sect were all poisoned. He felt that he was getting weaker and weaker.
