"Finally got rid of that old dragon!"
Zhou Yi sensed the disappearance of the qi, and his heart eased a little.
His divine sense swept over his body—limbs shattered, internal organs damaged, blood soaking through his Dao robe.
Fortunately, the Black Tortoise Shell resisted most of the damage. Otherwise, even if he had survived by luck, he would no longer be able to use escape skills. Zhou Yi carefully examined every part of his body, discovering two hidden marks, one obvious and one concealed, located at his dantian and back.
"As expected, unwilling to let go—who knows if it's for fortune or for revenge."
Zhou Yi escaped for over a thousand miles, confirmed his safety, then burrowed underground, concealing his aura as he flew toward the Dan Ding Sect.
Several days later.
In a cave on a nameless peak several hundred miles north of the Dan Ding Sect.
