As Lin Changâsheng hurried toward the Demon Evil Sea while cultivating his Immortal Technique, the Spirit-Seizing Land had already turned into a river of blood.
Because Zhao Fuhu, after reaching Flame Hill and still failing to find an exit, almost perished in the fiery terrain himself.
Upon returning to the Cloud Map Tribe, he unleashed all his fury upon the tribe.
Now, Zhao Fuhu was surrounded by the Power of Thunder, and every punch he threw slaughtered dozens of Cloud Map Tribe members horribly.
"Tu Mu, have you thought it through? If you donât tell me where the exit is, all your people will be slaughtered!"
Zhao Fuhu threatened coldly.
At this point, he had already burned through nearly half of his Magical Power. If he couldnât find a way out soon, he might be trapped here forever.
So Zhao Fuhu grew frantic, even slaughtering innocent civilians to vent his rage.
"You beast! Killing innocentsâ you think youâll walk out alive? Prepare to die trapped here for the rest of your miserable life!"
Tu Mu spat on the ground as he cursed.
Even in death, he would never reveal the way out to Zhao Fuhu.
Although back then, he had personally witnessed Lin Changâsheng and the others depart.
He didnât know every detail, but he grasped most of the essentials about escaping this place.
"Fine! Then let me send you all on your way!"
Zhao Fuhu exploded in rage, the thunder within him growing even more terrifying, dark clouds gathering overhead, silver lightning surging in the sky.
"Die!"
BOOMâ
Zhao Fuhu roared, and in an instant, countless bolts of Celestial Thunder crashed down, flattening the entire Cloud Map Tribe and killing thousands on the spot.
Even Tu Mu was struck dead instantly by the Celestial Thunder.
Tu Mu was only a Martial Arts Grandmaster; how could he ever stand against Zhao Fuhu at the Golden Core Middle Stage?
After slaughtering countless innocents, Zhao Fuhu still felt his anger unquenched, so he began a full-blown massacre of the Cloud Map Tribe.
In just a few breaths, the entire Cloud Map Tribe was awash in bloodâ not a single soul survived.
"I refuse to believe thereâs no exit hereâ if Lin Changâsheng could get out, then so can I!"
Zhao Fuhu muttered darkly to himself, his heart turbulent and unsettled.
"Hm? Whatâ whatâs this?"
Suddenly, Zhao Fuhu sensed a fearsome pressure crashing down, making his hair stand on end and his scalp tingle with fear.
This powerful aura was on a level he couldnât possibly contend against.
In the next instant, a figure tore through the sky, standing suspended in the void not far from Zhao Fuhu.
It was a refined, scholarly middle-aged man, whose imposing presence made Zhao Fuhu deeply apprehensive.
The refined man looked at the river of blood below, genuinely surprised.
For to him, the people of these tribes were no better than maggots, always draining the nutrients from his Grand Array.
Now that theyâd all perished, it was ultimately a good thing for him.
The middle-aged man waved his hand, and misty streams of blood flew from the slain Cloud Map Tribe members straight into his mouth.
Absorbing the Spirit Blood would help him heal his injuries.
Moments later, the scholarly man opened his eyes with a satisfied lookâ his wounds nourished, visibly improved.
He then looked toward Zhao Fuhu.
"Dual Spirit Roots, and even Anomalous Thunder Spirit Root. Not bad!"
The man seemed to rather appreciate Zhao Fuhu.
"Senior, forgive my offenseâ I didnât realize you were cultivating here. I beg your pardon for the disturbance and my disrespect!"
Upon seeing the refined man, Zhao Fuhu immediately knelt, cold sweat beading on his brow.
This manâs Cultivation was far beyond the Nascent Soul stageâ his aura was stronger than even Su Changkong after entering the Divinity Transformation Stage.
Which meant, this person was at least at the Middle Stage of Divinity Transformation.
If this man wanted to kill him, it would only take a flick of his wrist.
Ending his life would be no harder than crushing an ant. Begging for mercy was his only sensible option.
"I thought it was just another insignificant bug, but clearly, youâre not him."
The scholarly man spoke coldly.
Zhao Fuhuâs eyes shifted, and he instantly grasped the manâs intent.
"Senior, are you talking about Lin Changâsheng? I heard he left this place back then after entering!"
Zhao Fuhu replied at once, wanting to clarify the manâs relationship with Lin Changâsheng.
If they were enemiesâ all the better.
"You know him? That little pest not only drained my Grand Arrayâs Spiritual Energy, but he even took away the Grand Array Foundation itself! Because of him, my recovery has been drastically delayed. If I ever meet him again, Iâll rip out his tendons and bones, and light his soul in the Sky Lantern!"
The refined man spat with fury.
Upon hearing this old grudge, Zhao Fuhuâs face immediately lit up.
"Senior, you may not knowâ I too have an irreconcilable feud with Lin Changâsheng. He killed my brother and my master. If the chance arises, I swear to aid you with all I have!"
Zhao Fuhu responded eagerly, gritting his teeth in hatred for Lin Changâsheng.
"Oh? You have a vendetta against him as well?"
Situ Wu looked surprised, but all the betterâ this minor character might just be of use.
"Exactly! I am at your command, Senior. As long as I can kill Lin Changâsheng, Iâll storm mountains or walk through fire without a second thought!"
Zhao Fuhu declared resolutely, making his allegiance clear to Situ Wu.
"Good, very good. You have great potential. Once weâve crushed that little pest, follow me into the Burial Immortal Realmâ you may gain opportunities beyond imagination!"
Situ Wu responded as well; after all, he needed subordinates at the moment. Otherwise, why bother promoting a mere Golden Core ant like Zhao Fuhu?
"Yes! Your will is my command, Immortal Venerable!"
Zhao Fuhu prostrated himself in respect.
"Wipe out every living thing within this formation! I need their Life Blood to recover my injuries. Once Iâm fully restored, Lin Changâshengâs death will follow!"