The final technique the Evil Cultist used was the Blood Feeding Sect's secret Blood Light Escape Technique.
Xing Tianzhu slammed his fist on the table. The alloy surface let out a muffled THUD, his eyes filled with frustration.
"By burning one's essence blood, they can instantly escape several miles away."
"We pursued him with everything we had, but the airship's speed... We still lost him!"
He looked up, his complicated gaze falling on Han Feng.
"If you had been in the sky, you might have actually been able to lock onto his position after he fled!"
Although his tone was regretful, his words were an undeniable acknowledgment of Han Feng's extraordinary tracking ability.
"You overstate things, Major General Xing."
Han Feng's expression was serene.
"He was an Enlightenment Realm expert, after all. They have an endless supply of desperate, life-risking techniques."
"Even if I had been there, there's no guarantee I could have kept a lock on him."
