The autumn wind was desolate. In the mountains and forests, Zhen Qin and others followed Sage Xuan Miao forward.
Sage Xuan Miao walked at the front, leaving a trail of blood behind him, which made everyone behind him worry greatly. They knew that comforting him was futile; they could only try their best not to disturb him.
Boom——
A deafening explosion came from afar. The fierce wind roared, toppling trees. Everyone hurriedly mobilized their spiritual power to resist the gusts.
Sage Xuan Miao raised his sword to block, his cultivation level in the Divinity Transformation Realm withstood most of the pressure.
He couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood, which made the disciples of the Supreme Sect's Law Enforcement Hall behind him sweat for him.
After a few breaths, the wind stopped, and Sage Xuan Miao followed suit, half-kneeling, stabilizing himself by leaning on his sword.
The surrounding forest was almost entirely toppled, with leaves and debris flying around messily.
