Corrupt Creations

A strange smoke enveloped the whole area and Lan Xue lost her visual contact with the Sanctuary Master; however, she didn't try to go after him, but started to leave from that smoky area first, at the same time, that she tried to activate her Soul Sense one more time.

Suddenly, she was hit with a sense of tiredness and unfortunately, her Soul Sense didn't respond to her. Actually, the fact it didn't respond, didn't mean she could not use it anymore, but that she had spent the entirety of her Soul Energy and couldn't turn it one any longer.

Even so, instead of panicking in order to find where her opponent was, she swiftly concentrated in her surroundings, making sure to prevent that an unpleasant scenario, could eventually happen.

Although she was acting very carefully, Lan Xue still didn't want to let the Sanctuary Master escape. I she knew the state he was currently in; she would totally ignore the possibility of him surprise attacking and charge towards his direction, to deal the finishing strike on that half-dead man.

"PAH!!!"

The Sanctuary Master hit the ground and rolled for a few meters, before coming to a stop. Just as his body stopped, he contorted like a worm and instantly spat a mouthful of blood on the ground. He wiped the corner of his mouth with his mouth and tried to suppress his injuries, but after a few seconds, he spat blood two more times in a row.

"Argh!"

"Pah!"

His robe got drenched with his own blood and he struggled to calm down his erratic breathing. He knew he didn't have much time, before his smoke cleared up so he started to quickly tend to his wounds, or else he wouldn't be able to move.

The source of his troubles were not only his six broken ribs and the misplaced location his organs were inside his body, but also a huge frozen hole right in the middle of his back. Pieces of ice were falling from it, as his expelled Lan Xue's energy with his own; a painful but quick process.

If the Sanctuary Master hadn't quickly forced his ethereal energy out to protect his body on the last second, he would have certainly turned into an ice skeleton. Fortunately for him, his battle expertise had come to be handy, aiding him in this life and death ordeal.

"Argh! Fucking slut!!! I'll fucking rip you to pieces later, with my bare hands!"

His shaky hands, he supported his weak body up and started to flee towards his sect barrier. As he got closer, he connected himself to it and using the formation as a medium, he began pulling energy towards him, absorbing and using it as an improvised first aid treatment. It wouldn't really help him healing his injuries, but it would stop them from getting worse and supply his energy veins with Mana.

But just as he was about to enter the Illusive Ethereal Sanctuary Sect territory, a fierce gust of wind assaulted his frail-looking body, sending him back. He controlled the formation to protect his body and was able to avoid further complications.

A masked woman had suddenly appeared in between him and the ethereal barrier that protected his sect, radiating a sharpness that only a polished wind blade would have.

The Sanctuary Master looked at her in utter shock and confusion, not knowing who she really was. Not even after searching every corner of his mind, he was able to quickly identify her, but in his current state, it was just impossible for him to guess her identity. Tiredness and weakness were threatening to consume him and he couldn't waste his time with an unknown enemy.

"Move aside! I don't know who you are, but you better scram, or the goddess will never forgive you!"

After hearing no response from her, he was about to open his mouth once again, but before his words could reach her, they were carried away by an overbearing windy aura.

FWOOSH!

"Wind Domain!"

Arwen's golden hair was dyed black by the power of the mask artifact she was wearing and the wind activity around her increased to unprecedented heights, making her black hair dance behind her, capturing the Sanctuary Master's eyes.

He got so mesmerized by it, that his eyes couldn't even see how a huge curtain of wind had covered the whole sky and how a huge wall of fierce gales, formed over the surface of the protective barrier, blocking the path completely. It extended for dozens of kilometers, starting from the ground and going all the way to the ends of the horizon.

Arwen didn't get affected with the fact she had to spend a lot of energy, in order to create and maintain a domain big enough to block the Sanctuary Master's routes, using more than half of her entire Mana pool for that. It certainly was not a waste of energy, since it was something necessary against a shrewd figure like the Sanctuary Master.

The Elf Queen hovered in the air, looking down towards that defeated dog, that was finally realizing the severity of the situation he was currently in.

The Sanctuary Master hastily tried to establish connection with the formation, but it was to no avail, since his signals couldn't bypass that windstorm covering the barrier. The Mana supply he was receiving was cut and he had to take energy from his own depleted Mana pool, so he could keep his wounds in check.

"Cough! Cough! Wh-Who... Who are you?"

"Don't worry about my presence. I'm just a passerby, who happened to witness a fair duel, while traveling outside."

"Then why are you blocking my path?"

"Because the show hadn't finished yet."

"Y-You!!! Cough!" The Sanctuary Master got mad with how shameless she was acting and coughed a bit of blood out, while inwardly cursing her.

He suppressed his rage and his hands stopped trembling. A decisive light entered his eyes, and he raised his head towards the fairy blocking his path.

"Do you think that you can block me from calling out for the formation powers? You forced my hands! You forced me into this!"