A shocking roar sounded out in all directions. At the same time, an icy coldness raced toward Meng Hao.
Thirty breaths had passed since Meng Hao used the Furnace Lord robe displace himself for the second time.
Before he could fly much further away, the azure-masked Cultivator was in hot pursuit. In this instance, the man was clearly some distance away; however the light yellow glow continued to emanate from the top of his head. In it, the image of a sword was faintly visible.
It appeared illusory, but even glancing at it from this distance caused Meng Hao's heart to tremble. An intense feeling of danger filled his heart and mind.
"This guy has cultivated Core Qi!" thought Meng Hao. He was no longer a newcomer to the Cultivator World. He had seen and experienced many things, and had learned long ago of the fearsomeness of Core Formation, especially the shocking Core Qi.
