"Feng Brother, in this desert, why is there a scent of blood? Could it be that the demon has been slain?"
A few martial artists rode into the desert, their clothes rich and lavish, clearly disciples from powerful forces.
"It's not certain. Since the demon's task is still outstanding, nobody must have killed him yet. However, it looks like someone might have gotten there first."
Feng Brother dismounted and surveyed the surroundings, suddenly catching a distinct scent of blood in the air.
"Blood Escape?"
"That demon has been forced to use Blood Escape? Who could it be? Could it be that one of the top ten inner sect disciples from Wusheng Academy has made a move?"
Feng Brother's expression changed as he spoke.
Blood Escape was a significant lifesaving tactic of Mu Yuanhuo, and now that it had been forced out, it meant that Mu Yuanhuo had been driven into a corner.
"Come on, let's pursue the demon. Since he's been forced to use Blood Escape, he must be extremely weakened now!"
