On the side that Zemirah didn't know, someone noticed her figure as soon as she appeared on the battlefield. It was the leader of the cultivator with the army formation.
Ever since he found out the sacrificial formation, their group killed enemy faster without any intention of holding back since the situation will be more dangerous as time pass by.
He also did not forget that there was a person who noticed it first and reminded him. He was still wondering before who could it be but he was immediately certain it was that woman once he laid his eyes on her.
It was based on his sharp intuition, so he have no doubts at all. A cultivator's hunch is inexplicable at times, yet no one would ignore it.
He watched behind the bamboo hat as the lady's slender figure danced with sword lights, her jade hands held her sword as it slashed the throats of her opponents. Every move brought blood and led them to their end, a bloody death.
A beautiful butterfly whose wings sharpened with the flickering stars dancing between flowers and left behind a trail of crimson dews.
The sight of the woman was fascinating as a demon. Yet the air of grace and elegance didn't diminish in the slightest. Her clean and smooth killing actually inspired the man to not lag behind despite his group killing most of the Evil Cultivators at the scene.
"Men!" He shouted loudly.
"Charge!"
The subordinates surrounding him did not disappoint as their momentum rose and the faint image of a tiger above their figures became clearer, improving their blood and energy.
Evil cultivators who were fighting them before immediately noticed the change and wanted to retreat but they were not given a chance by the fierce group.
Loud sounds of explosion, colorful blinding lights and screams of excruciating pain never stopped. Both sides continued to have casualties and just as the battlefield was starting to become clean of evil cultivators, some people could not sit still.
A middle aged man who was wearing a fancy robe and holding a calligraphy brush hiding behind Simon and his group was sneakily observing the battlefield. His forehead was sweating like bullets as he counted silently.
'They've been fighting here for more than an hour, the sacrificial formation must've absorbed enough flesh and blood. I can't stay here anymore, the Evil God of those crazy Evil Cultivators should be coming soon.'
As a calligraphy cultivator, a major branch of art cultivators, the man has heard of sacrificial formation and most formations related to it are evil. No one would have a good ending if they confronted the Evil Entity summoned by the formation.
Yes, the calligraphy cultivator doesn't think this group of scattered cultivators have a chance to fight back. As for the so called being marked by the Evil Entity, the man doesn't care at the moment, as long as he escape fast and far enough.
He's been trying to find a way to escape from this ghostly place when everyone found out about the sacrificial formation. Waiting for an opportunity to escape while fighting was not hard since there is a fool in front who can block the enemies.
Their group slowly approached the thick forest trees under his deliberate guidance and when he saw Simon being in a stalemate while fighting two Evil Cultivators with his Iron Armor Beast, he quickly took the opportunity to run without looking back.
He did not forget to write a character to bless his speed, running on the dark forest despite the looks of disbelief by his teammates.
'Hmmph, it's already kind of me not to stab his back. If they want to fight that Evil God, then do it just don't include me.'
"D*mn it, that guy actually run." A casual cultivator can't help but curse as she blocked an attack that almost hit her because of being distracted.
Who would not be when a teammate that was already dragging their back suddenly escape from the fight. She was speechless.
"Heh, Art Cultivators actually have people with such virtue." A thin man laughed lightly as he waved his fan, beheading an enemy.
Simon, who was also an an art cultivator that was always praised for their character can't help but be ashamed at the calligraphy man's action.
The escape of the calligraphy man brought a strange atmosphere in the people fighting, their hearts shifting and thoughts running wild again.
Someone already escaped, why should they stay and risk their lives.
Just when someone was about to follow suit the calligraphy man's example, a familiar voice scream in agony in the direction that the calligraphy man escaped.
The pain and suffering from the scream made everyone feel a bad premonition.
Just what kind of pain can cause such a terrible scream from a person?
The imagination of everyone run wild when someone shouted, "Look! What is that?!"
Despite the tall ancient trees covering most part, everyone can still barely see a huge and tall humanoid yet deformed body. One can see it's wolf head with blood red eyes, its arms so long it touched the ground from both sides, the skin was covered with spotted wold fur and one can see a huge grinning mouth full of serrated teeth dripping with blood and some flesh stuck on its teeth.
As if the monster felt the gaze from the crowd, its eyes suddenly turned to their direction. The mouth who was eating something suddenly stopped chewing. Everyone then noticed the thing it was eating from the beginning.
A creatures whose body was skinned and shaped like a human but both legs are missing. One of the legs was on the left hand of the monster while most of the skinned body was on its right hand dragging it.
If one look more closely, the eyes of the person who was skinned was full of fear and numbness. And on the person's hand was a dark brown calligraphy brush whose tip seemed to be dipped in its owner's blood falling on the ground.
Some people recognized the item, it was from the man who just escaped, the calligraphy man.