An invisible Escape Light appeared between the mountains and forests.
On the ground, one could vaguely make out some broken trees, explosion craters, and the like, but there was no blood, no remnants of clothing, and no aura; the area had been swept clean multiple times.
"Very professional indeed."
Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
The Storage Gold Medal emitted a faint glow, and an arrow about a foot long, completely black and red appeared in front of him, revolving with countless malicious spirits and wailing souls—a standard magic tool of Diabolism.
The Blood Soul Tracking Arrow!
Seized from Patriarch Bai Gui, it was a treasure of the Punishment Hall of the Liudao Sect for tracking and capturing, capable of tracing an enemy within a thousand miles as long as even a shred of their aura lingered.
Mana flowed into it.
