The two Taoist practitioners didn't hesitate. Seizing the moment created by their leader's desperation, they ignited their own escape talismans and blurred into streaks of light, fleeing toward the horizon.
Ethan's eyes tracked them with cold precision. "You think there is anywhere in this world you can run?"
He crouched, preparing to launch himself after them, but the black talisman in the Celestial Leader's hand suddenly erupted. A wave of nauseating, dark-red energy—the color of rotted, stagnant blood—exploded outward, forming a massive, pulsating dome that cut Ethan off from his targets.
"Death Seal: Cursed Blood Sacrifice!" the Leader screamed, his voice bubbling with gore.
Ethan came to a halt, staring at the shimmering, foul-smelling walls of the dome. Inside his mind, Crul's voice was sharp with warning.
