"Xiao Chen!"
Even though the figure was moving extremely fast, Ning Qingxuan recognized it was Xiao Chen without a doubt.
Xiao Chen was unharmed, and she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
But soon, she became puzzled again.
What was going on with that blood energy and demon fog?
Would Xiao Chen be in danger if he gave chase?
"No, I must go and see!"
Ning Qingxuan stopped entangling with Wuchen the Taoist nun and the members of the Flying Immortal Sect, intending to follow Xiao Chen.
But at this moment, another disaster occurred on the path to ascension, as a gigantic Blood Patterned Formation emerged.
"Ah... Save me..."
A genius from the honor rankings used all his strength to rush out of the path to ascension but didn't get far before a blood-colored hand formed by the formation grabbed him and pulled him back.
Immediately afterward...
Pfft!
The genius instantly melted into a mist of blood, devoured by the Blood Patterned Formation, and became its nourishment.
