The female cultivator let out a piercing scream, spat a mouthful of blood toward the heavens, then collapsed limply onto the ground.
At this moment, Zhang Yan felt a wave of nauseating energy sweep over him, causing his mind to blur briefly. He let out a cold snort, shook his sleeve, and a pill dropped into his palm. He tossed it into his mouth, holding it under his tongue, and his clarity immediately returned.
Looking up at the green cloud overhead, he raised the Proclamation Pen that had returned to his hand and offered it up into the air. With a single strike, a large chunk of the energy cloud was shaved away. After consecutive sweeps, the cloud shattered into fragmented pieces, dispersing in all directions.
The male cultivator's face changed drastically; without uttering a word, he grabbed the female cultivator and flew off into the air to escape.
Zhang Yan sneered coldly, stomped the ground, and conjured a rising mist of clouds before taking off in pursuit.
