Hanling River.
The bloodied Ping Clan Leader soared up from the river, and, casting a frenzied glance behind, he saw that Muraaki Sayo and Nagano Kei were no longer pursuing. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
He had narrowly escaped death from the two Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Niuteng Tribe.
Although he had sent Fifth Brother ahead, he still couldn't help but worry, muttering to himself:
"Fifth Brother should have already reached the clan by now."
The Ping Clan Leader circulated his mana, but with a muffled groan, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
This great battle.
Had triggered the old wounds sustained in the Demon Cave, the two injuries overlapping. Even with excellent spirit pills, for the next twenty years, he wouldn't be able to engage in dharma combat, akin to a living corpse.
Therefore.
Fifth Brother must be okay.
Otherwise.
The Ping Family is in peril!
