The evil cultivator was also badly injured. He could have slipped away quietly, but the thought of the Map of Bliss—which he had spent nearly a thousand years collecting—being ruined at the hands of these two juniors made his heart bleed with anguish. Thus, he turned back.
"Wretch! I swear I will make you wish you were dead!"
Swallowing a medicinal pill to slightly suppress the agonizing pain in his internal organs, the evil cultivator trudged unsteadily in the opposite direction, searching along the way. After walking nearly a thousand meters, he finally spotted a red figure lying facedown on the ground.
Chapter 246