Chapter 140: Escape from Death

The golden true dragon raised its head, gazing at the demonic dragon that had appeared in the sky. It let out a resonant, high-pitched roar, and piercing golden beams of light burst forth from its golden pupils. Rich golden radiance emanated from its body, enveloping it completely until it resembled a blazing golden sun.

The golden light expanded outwards before gradually dispersing, the body of the golden true dragon growing to a size of a hundred zhang, matching the demonic dragon pound for pound.

The black demonic dragon and the golden true dragon coiled through the void, their massive bodies crowding the firmament. Formidable and terrifying auras radiated from both of them, colliding invisibly in the air. The void trembled, sparking crackling bolts of lightning as winds surged and howled, sweeping across the heavens and the earth.

The terrifying aura emanating from the demonic dragon and the golden dragon was enough to strike fear straight into one's heart. The strongest person Yin Tianfang had ever laid eyes on was Elder Xuaning; however, the aura currently being emitted by this demonic dragon and golden dragon far surpassed that of Elder Xuaning.

Beneath this overwhelming momentum, Yin Tianfang felt as insignificant as an ant. Without even needing to lift a finger, a single sneeze from either of them would likely reduce him to ashes without leaving a trace.

Try as he might, Yin Tianfang could never have imagined that Lin Xiao would be able to summon such formidable existences.

Fleeing hundreds of li away, Yin Tianfang finally slowed down and looked back. Even from a distance of a hundred li, the powerful aura radiating from the two dragons could still be distinctly felt.

Boom! Beneath Yin Tianfang's gaze, the demonic dragon and the golden dragon finally collided. In an instant, the void shattered, and terrifying shockwaves swept across heaven and earth. The void collapsed layer by layer, filled with churning primordial chaos qi, howling winds, and flashing lightning, painting a picture of total apocalypse.

"Boom!" Just as Yin Tianfang was momentarily dazed, a world-shaking fist beam struck towards him, its chilling murderous intent locked squarely onto his position. Panic gripped Yin Tianfang's heart. At the very edge of the critical moment, he slapped his storage pouch, and a yellow talisman flew out. Formulating hand seals with both hands, he pointed at the yellow talisman. Runes flickered across its surface, and an archaic, primitive giant bell materialized, enclosing Yin Tianfang within it.

"Clang!" A crisp, resonant bell toll exploded across the air, sending ripples shivering through the void that spread outwards in concentric rings.

"Pfft!" Despite the protection of the massive bell, Yin Tianfang was struck as if by a heavy blow. A mouthful of blood spewed from his lips, and his complexion turned instantly pale. Cracks began to appear on the surface of the bell, rapidly spreading until they covered the entire structure. Finally, the bell disintegrated, transforming into specks of spiritual light that dissipated between heaven and earth.

As the bell shattered, the yellow talisman spontaneously ignited without fire, turning to ashes that drifted away with the wind. Yin Tianfang was sent flying backward, his face terrifyingly pale.

Lin Xiao wore an indifferent expression, his eyes filled with a frenzied, murderous intent. Staring fixedly at Yin Tianfang, he tapped his toes against the void and pursued him once more.

"Activate!" Yin Tianfang retrieved another talisman. Once he cast it, a pair of illusory wings materialized behind him. With a flap of these wings, Yin Tianfang let out a muffled groan, followed immediately by a heavy sonic boom. A white ring of compressed air was left lingering at his departure point, while his figure had already vanished a hundred li away.

Blood spilled from the corner of Yin Tianfang's mouth, and his face was flushed crimson. The immense atmospheric pressure bore down on him, giving him a suffocating sensation. Friction between his garments and the air began to produce wisps of smoke.

Such speed caused even Lin Xiao to momentarily pause in astonishment. Regaining his senses, he immediately gave chase. Lin Xiao drove his entire cultivation base, pushing his speed to the absolute limit; yet, he still lagged behind Yin Tianfang's pace, forced to watch helplessly as Yin Tianfang slowly faded from his line of sight.

"Hmph, brat, the mountains and rivers may be winding, but we will meet again!" Clenching his fists so tightly that his bones cracked, Lin Xiao muttered to himself in a low voice.

In the distance, the battle between the black demonic dragon and the golden true dragon was drawing to a close. The golden true dragon was at a disadvantage and no match for the black demonic dragon. With Yin Tianfang having fled, the golden true dragon did not linger to fight the demonic dragon; a flash of golden light transformed it into a golden longsword, which streaked away into the distance.

"Roar!" A dragon's roar echoed through the midair, reverberating far into the distance. The majesty contained within the sound wave swept outwards, causing all beasts and spirit monsters within the Divine Medicine Mountain Range to prostrate themselves on the ground in trembling terror, not daring to make the slightest movement.

Ever since the demonic dragon and the golden dragon had first appeared, that terrifying aura had already instilled primal fear in all birds, beasts, and even cultivators within a radius of ten thousand li.

Such mighty momentum was enough to inspire awe even in cultivators at the Nascent Soul realm.

The demonic dragon's massive body slowly shrank until it finally transformed into a streak of black light, charging straight toward Lin Xiao and merging into his body.

"Little fellow, seize the time to cultivate. You are still far too weak!" A domineering and majestic voice reverberated within Lin Xiao's mind.

"Understood, Senior," Lin Xiao replied. Glancing once more in the direction where Yin Tianfang had vanished, he turned and hurried toward the central region of the Divine Medicine Mountain Range.

As the demonic dragon vanished, the terrifying pressure dissipated along with it. The birds and beasts within a radius of ten thousand li tremblingly hoisted themselves up from the ground and fled frantically into the distance. Several cultivators wiped the cold sweat from their foreheads, their faces pale and lingering fear gripping their hearts.

"That sounded just like the roar of a true dragon! Damn it, how could a true dragon possibly appear in a place like this?"

"Weren't true dragons extinct long ago?"

Some cultivators murmured in private grievance. If a true dragon had truly manifested, especially right here within the Divine Medicine Mountain Range, this trip would likely yield zero benefits. Many people began to harbor thoughts of turning back.

In another direction, within the span of a few brief moments, Yin Tianfang had already traversed ten thousand li. However, his current state was utterly miserable; his clothes were charred black, blood leaked from his mouth and nose, and his complexion was as pale as a sheet of white paper.

The illusory wings on his back slowly faded, and his speed began to decrease. The moment the wings vanished, inertia propelled Yin Tianfang forward at blistering speed toward a towering mountain peak ahead.

If nothing unexpected happened, Yin Tianfang was about to become the first Core Formation cultivator in history to crash himself to death against a mountain peak.

Just as Yin Tianfang was on the verge of smashing into the mountain, a streak of golden light darted over. A gentle golden radiance enveloped him, and he slowly descended to the ground. As the golden light faded, Yin Tianfang lay flat on the ground with his eyes tightly closed, while a golden longsword rested quietly beside him.

Although he had escaped with his life, Yin Tianfang's condition was extremely critical. Even though his strength far surpassed those of his peers, he was still out of his depth against an advanced Core Formation expert like Lin Xiao. Had it not been for that miraculous talisman, Lin Xiao's single fist strike would have left him dead without even a scrap remaining.

Yet, despite possessing that mystical talisman, Yin Tianfang had still suffered devastating injuries. Most of the bones in his body were shattered, and the rest were covered in dense spiderwebs of cracks. If he had remained conscious and treated his wounds in time, he might have preserved his life; but with Yin Tianfang currently unconscious, his survival hung by a thread.