“Damn it!” the grey-robed cultivator cursed, stumbling over broken branches and half-frozen roots as he fled deeper into the outer district. “Aren’t alchemists supposed to be weak in combat, far inferior to cultivators of the same tier? When the hell did he set up that blade formation?”0

Blood caked his sleeve, and his spiritual energy fluctuated wildly with panic. 0

Behind him, a white-robed young man floated steadily through the air, the Four Symbols Cauldron hovering above his head, draped in shimmering golden, red, blue, and green tassels. He was gaining ground—fast.0

Grinding his teeth, the fleeing cultivator’s expression twisted into desperation. In a flash, he whirled mid-flight and roared, “Go die!”0

From his sleeve shot forth a blazing spear, a top-grade enchanted artifact wreathed in crimson flame. The fiery aura surged, forming a long streak through the air like a wrathful dragon hurtling toward its prey.0

Luo...0