Fang Hao dragged his half-dead body through the forest, stumbling about like a headless fly, fleeing for an entire day and night.
He dared not stop, fearing that True Person Chiyang, that old dog, might still have accomplices, or that the commotion from their recent battle might attract something even more terrifying.
Several times he nearly stumbled into toxic miasma or ran into a patrolling Third-Ranked Demonic Beast, but relying on the early warnings from his Clear Spring Spirit Eyes and the agility of his Divine Spirit Steps, he narrowly escaped each time.
It was not until he felt he could no longer hold on, his Spiritual Qi completely exhausted and his chest aching as if it were splitting open, that he found a narrow crevice in the middle of a highly concealed cliff face completely covered by vines, just big enough for one person to squeeze into.
Gritting his teeth, he used his last bit of strength to push aside the vines and crawl inside.
