The White Crane opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.

He turned to look behind him, six terrifying presences followed like shadows.

These were powerful individuals from the "Blood Fiend Sect" and "Profound Nether Sect" of the Southwest Two Domains Thirteen Sects, at the level of Divinity Transformation Perfection.

Blood Fiend Sect's Grand Elder Blood Wuyuan and Second Elder Blood Wu Hen.

Profound Nether Sect's four Supreme Elders Ming River, Ming Night, Ming Wind, and Ming Rain.

"Running? Let's see where you can run to!" Blood Wuyuan's cold voice echoed in the gorge, surrounded by a mist of blood that withered all plants it passed.

The Grand Elder of Blood Fiend Sect wore a cat-playing-with-mouse expression of mockery as his sinister gaze locked onto the two fleeing figures ahead.

"Who would have thought you two juniors are still alive, your lives are truly tough." Blood Wuyuan licked his dry, cracked lips.

"I wonder how Fang Hanyue hunted you down back then. No wonder he got caught in the gutter this time, his eyesight is really poor!"

At the bottom of every reverse stream river of Taichu Dojo, terrifying fierce beasts lay dormant; they learned this lesson upon entering.

Years ago, when the dojo first opened, several Supreme Elders recklessly investigated the river and stayed inside those fierce beasts' bellies forever.

Half a day ago, they originally planned to join forces and investigate another suspended mountain range.

After all, the most central restricted cave mansion of the dojo had already been occupied by Array Masters invited by the Mixed Element Sect and Tribulation Fire Hall.

According to the previous agreement among the Thirteen Sects, no matter which sect breaks the restriction, other sects should not interfere.

But suddenly, on their way, a thunderous beast roar sounded not far from the reverse stream river.

The group initially thought some reckless fool had startled the river bottom fierce beast, but unexpectedly, they encountered the man and woman whom Mixed Element Sect's Sect Leader Fang Hanyue hunted down back then.

They were also the first two to discover this Taichu Dojo!

How could the six powerful individuals not feel excited?

As the earliest explorers of the dojo, this pair likely possessed hidden passageways and treasure locations unknown to others.

Even more shocking was the fact that, facing a water flood dragon comparable to the Half-step Spirit Slash Realm, those two could escape unscathed.

Now, still able to hold on amid the chase of six Great Perfection experts, their tenacity was truly astonishing.

"They absolutely cannot leave alive!" Blood Wu Hen's face twisted threateningly with scars, "Or there will be endless consequences!"

This damn setting sun restriction!

If it weren't for the restricted space of the dojo, they would have already captured these two juniors.

However, it's still not too late, the way ahead is a dead end, let's see where they go now!

"Why struggle in vain?" Ming River sneered, his withered hand suddenly waved, "The gap in realm cannot be bridged by luck!"

A ghostly claw emerged, the claw shadows corroded even the air, emitting a sizzling sound and pungent white smoke.

The White Crane gritted his teeth and turned around, swiftly forming seals with both hands: "Xuanyuan Dragon Emperor Skills—Defend!"

A golden dragon phantom flew out from his palm, its dragon scales shimmered golden, its dragon roar thundered through the valley.

The golden dragon collided violently with the ghost claw, erupting with a deafening sound.

Though he barely blocked the strike, the backlash force made the White Crane spit another mouthful of blood, his complexion growing pale.

Over the years, relying on the opportunities gained in the dojo, the pair narrowly broke through to mid-stage Divinity Transformation.

But faced with the six renowned Great Perfection experts, this level of cultivation was still insufficient.

"Why waste words with them!" Luo Lingling suddenly withdrew three purple talismans.

The runes drawn in red ink on the talisman paper glowed dangerously, "Taste 'Three Talents Fatal Talisman' from me!"

The talismans exploded in the air, transforming into a sky full of purple needles.

These purple needles, as thin as ox hairs, were designed to pierce through protective spiritual power, easily penetrating even Divinity Transformation Perfection defenses.

The six did not dare to be arrogant, each using various methods to resist.

Blood Wuyuan summoned a blood-colored shield, while Ming River called up ghostly mist to block the purple needles.

"Bitch!" Blood Wu Hen cursed angrily, the scar on his face twisting like a centipede, "Once we catch you, I'll make sure you suffer worse than death!"

Luo Lingling's lips bled, yet she still pulled out a mocking smile: "With just you old bastards?"

Despite her tough words, her hands moved rapidly, pulling out several palm-sized papermen from her bosom, quickly sketching a few lines with a bitten fingertip, then tossing them to the ground.

The papermen grew in the wind, transforming into illusions identical to them, even the aura was indistinguishable.

Six illusions fled in different directions, momentarily making it hard to tell the real ones.

"Cheap trick!" Ming Night grinned sinisterly, a white bone banner flew from his wide sleeve.

The banner waved in the wind, sending gusts that scattered the illusions, exposing the real path of the fleeing pair.

Taking advantage of this brief confusion, Luo Lingling pulled the White Crane into a narrow mountain crevice.

Entering the crevice, she could no longer hold on, spitting blood forcefully, staggering to lean against the rock wall.

The White Crane looked at her paper-like complexion and blood-soaked clothes, his hands clenching tightly with creaking noises.

He took a deep breath and suddenly turned to face the entrance of the crevice: "You go, I'll hold them off."