Originally, Hua Qingye was seriously injured. In order to chase Zhang Ruochen, he did not stop to heal his wounds.

Now, his injuries are getting worse, but he doesn't notice it. He just wants to immediately ask about the location of the ancient cave.

A trace of blood hung on the corner of Zhang Ruochen's mouth, and a long laugh came out, saying, "Hua Qingye, if you don't heal your wounds, your cultivation will probably decline."

Although his martial soul was damaged, Zhang Ruochen was still full of energy and full of fighting spirit.

"As long as you can suppress your junior, what if your cultivation level declines?" Hua Qingye said.

"Just based on your current state, I want to suppress me?"

"What? You are not convinced and want to continue fighting?"

Hua Qingye knew very well that Zhang Ruochen was in his current state. He lost the power of his martial soul. Zhang Ruochen was like an ant in front of him, and could press him to death with just one finger.

"call!"

A cold wind with a bloody smell blew from a distance and brushed past Zhang Ruochen and Hua Qingye.

A strange thing happened.

A blood-red mist filled the woods not far away, and it surged from all directions.

The blood mist continued to suck and spit, becoming thicker and denser, blocking people's sight.
Chapter completed!