The desolate wilderness stretched as far as the eye could see, devoid of any green vegetation. The sky was a dreary gray, as if shrouded by a layer of mist, setting an extremely somber tone.

In this gray sky, seven points of light were moving rapidly.

These seven points of light were divided into two groups: one light in the front, six in the back, but the distance between them was no more than a hundred miles and rapidly narrowing.

The escaping light at the very front was a flame, surrounded by blazing radiance.

Inside the escaping light, Mo Yan gritted his teeth, saying nothing.

Speed was not his strength; destructive power was.

Of course, as a prodigy, even if it wasn't his strength, his speed was still greater than ninety-nine percent of Sixth Realm cultivators.

Unfortunately, those pursuing him weren't Sixth Realm cultivators, but demon beasts of Seventh Grade strength.

And not just any Seventh Grade beasts, but powerful bloodline descendants, rare even among Seventh Grade opponents.

Moreover, without Lu Qingshan to cover him, Mo Yan had no time to unleash his ace technique, the Netherfire Fusion.

Though even without fusion, the netherfire's power was unimaginable, enough for him to fight adversaries beyond his level.

But now, he was not facing one or two Seventh Grade beasts, but a full six.

With such a disparity in strength, Mo Yan had no way to maneuver gracefully against his foes.

Escape seemed the only option.

Six Seventh Grade demon beasts pursued relentlessly, continuously launching attacks at him.

At this moment, a dragon's roar sounded, and a Chi Dragon charged at Mo Yan with blinding speed, crossing a vast distance in an instant.

The Chi Dragon's physical body was strong and powerful, its scales glinting coldly.

Its form seemed cast from steel, rampaging through with the force to destroy mountains, let alone a mere Dharma Cultivation.

Within its body resided the bloodline of ancient fierce beasts, its physical might incredible, its natural talent overpowering, which is why it was chosen as one of the soul splits.

Even amidst the Seventh Realm, with its Chi Dragon body, it had few rivals, let alone a Sixth Realm Dharma Cultivation.

Its eyes gleamed with a savage light, filled with confidence.

Feeling the terrifying might of the Chi Dragon, Mo Yan's expression darkened. He raised his hand, summoning an ice-blue flame that blazed like a fire dragon, charging at the Chi Dragon, fierce and domineering.

Netherfire: Cold Spirit Fire.

The Chi Dragon's eyes were filled with killing intent. Its tough yet gleaming body twisted, stirring up a powerful wind, sending rippling waves toward the fire dragon.

With a loud boom, the ripples and fire dragon collided, both erupting simultaneously.

The Chi Dragon ignored the residual shock wave from the collision and continued forward, its tail lashing out, striking directly at Mo Yan.

Mo Yan's face changed drastically. In haste, he raised his hand again, and a blazing red fire lotus bloomed out of nowhere, blocking the Chi Dragon's sweeping tail.

Sizzle!

Sparks flew, and the fire lotus instantly shattered, unable to withstand the Chi Dragon's attack.

But the fire lotus was not entirely ineffective; it at least bought Mo Yan a brief moment.

Thus, as the Chi Dragon's tail continued sweeping forward, it did not directly hit Mo Yan's body.

But the intense gang qi it stirred still threw Mo Yan off balance, slashing his face.

Mo Yan's face turned pale, and with a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face burning with pain.

The situation was dire.

Mo Yan was seriously injured, but he paid it no mind, using the Chi Dragon's wind to escape a bit further.

Meanwhile, he extended his left hand, from which another flame surged forth.

This flame was unlike the others, exuding an indescribably rich vitality.

Netherfire: Flame of Life.

Mo Yan pressed his hand to the wound on his face, and the Flame of Life spread out, enveloping the wound.

Then, the blood vaporized into mist and vanished, and the wound rapidly healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This again!" the Chi Dragon snarled in mid-air, seeing the scene, filled with rage.

For it was because of this move that the human cultivator before them had held on until now, to their endless frustration.

Despite their formidable lineup, pursuing a Sixth Realm cultivator had yet to yield success, leaving them to wonder how others of their kind would perceive them.

In anger, the Chi Dragon flew out once more, spiraling toward Mo Yan to slaughter him, spewing terrifying demon qi.

Boom!

Mo Yan took another hit, the Chi Dragon's blow landing on his back, sending his body flying across the air, crashing to the ground, bloodstained.

He could feel his back almost splitting apart, blood gushing.

The injuries were severe; even with the Flame of Life, healing was difficult to endure.

Such frequent injuries rendered the Flame of Life powerless.

Moreover, activating the Flame of Life for healing required element force support.

The high frequency use of the Flame of Life's power drained too much of Mo Yan's vital essence.

Meanwhile, the Chi Dragon swooped down, intending to finish Mo Yan with a devastating claw strike.

Mo Yan's anger grew stronger and stronger, wanting to fight these demon beasts to the death.

But in the end, he controlled himself.

It wasn't out of fear, nor out of a desire to save his life, but because he carried a crucial mission.

He needed to deliver the message back to the Human Race.

Before that message was delivered, Mo Yan absolutely would not allow himself to fall.

He swiftly shifted and repositioned, not risking his life in a deathmatch with the Chi Dragon but dodged aside, retreating strategically while battling.

Mo Yan was radiating flames all over, the colors continuously shifting, appearing extremely mystical.

The Chi Dragon's huge claw pressed down, shining brilliantly, its might unmatched, as if a sun were bursting, divine power spreading everywhere.