Xiao Yi did not know how long he had run.
He had long left the swamp and entered a grey and hazy mountain range.
Between the towering peaks, a raging river cut across the landscape, its giant waves crashing against the shore's chaotic rocks and cliffs, sending up sprays of white foam.
The bloody light on his body had grown increasingly dim, a sign that the power surge from the Blood Explosion Skill was rapidly fading, and once this energy was depleted.
Xiao Yi would also faint from excessive blood loss and weakness.
After all.
He had consumed a full fifty percent of his blood!
"To think that so many people couldn't kill you, you really do have a large life!" In the midst of his frantic escape, a cold voice made Xiao Yi's whole body shudder.
He looked toward the source of the voice.
About a dozen meters ahead of him stood Zhang Tianyi, in flowing white garments, arms crossed and a playful look on his face.
"Zhang Tianyi?" Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.
