The person fleeing by sword control had slightly dark skin, a short and stout stature, and a face carrying a rustic honesty akin to a farmer.
This person was Wang Hao.
He was quite disheveled at the moment.
His Daoist robe was torn, fresh blood oozing from several wounds, his face pale as paper, with a listless aura.
Behind him, a blood-red escape light pursued relentlessly, its speed astonishing.
Like scarlet lightning, it was gradually closing the distance.
The emitted aura was clearly at the late stage of Demon Foundation.
The finesse of the Blood Escape Technique outpaced that of ordinary Foundation Establishment Perfection.
"Junior Sister Mo!"
Wang Hao noticed Mo Kexin on the spiritual boat and, shocked, glimpsed Shen Xuan standing with his hands behind his back at the prow.
His heart quivered.
He retracted his escape light and swiftly descended toward the spiritual boat.
"Disciple Wang Hao, pays respect to the Chancellor!"
