Seeing this, Shen Haoran flickered and vanished from Shen Cheng's sight. The two ancient Tokens followed suit, disappearing into his body.
Shen Cheng snapped back to his senses. He stared at the traces of gold and yellow Energy in his palm, his expression turning grim. 'Those two seemingly ordinary Tokens actually managed to injure me,' he thought. 'And the Demonic Qi in my body seems terrified of them. Now, my wounds won't even heal on their own.'
"Damn you, Shen Haoran!" Gazing at the spot where Shen Haoran had vanished without a trace, Shen Cheng snorted coldly. His face dark, he stood up, hastily staunched his wounds, and resumed the chase.
By now, Shen Haoran had reached the summit of a crimson volcano. Gazing down at the churning lava below, he was stunned. He never would have imagined that a massive, active volcano like this existed on the cold, gloomy Wanshe Mountain.
