Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The continuous ingestion of Spirit Pills generated more Spiritual Power for him, allowing him to infuse the eldritch energy into the Glyph hanging on his back as his auric displacement gradually turned as ferocious as a storm.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Every time the spectacle of the sanguine-red column of light repeated, the Thousand Demon Ridge horde that congregated around Lu Ye swelled as more Cultivators arrived.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys “I shall build the ward; you both can watch the perimeter,” said Liu, the Thousand Demon Ridge Spell Cultivator.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Despite having an escape plan thought out, Lu Ye could still not shake off his pursuers. There was just no chance for him to construct another Teleportation Ward.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys The rising number of Thousand Demon Ridge Cultivators had prevented Lu Ye from being faster. At the slightest sign of disturbance, he had to halt his movements and rely on Glyph: Concealment to maintain his cover.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys In Tan Sheng’s hands rested the enigmatic Tracking Disc, his chilly gaze upon the compass’s trembling needle like ice.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys As Feng Yuechan had surmised, Lu Ye’s decision was not a mere act of fleeting courage; he embarked alone on the path of escape already with a well-thought-out plan in mind. And his primary concern, of course, was to spare his companions from further danger.
Translator: TheBrokenPen Editor: Dhael Ligerkeys Jiang Liuzi stood ten meters away from Lu Ye’s position with his compass cradled in his hand. It was now shining a deep crimson, its needle firmly fixed at Lu Ye. The former looked up abruptly, exclaiming, “He’s right ahead!”
