After leaving the valley, Kennedy, Winnie, and the others did not dare to linger for even a second. They raced westward at full speed.
Winnie, seasoned by countless pursuits and escapes, deliberately chose routes that were desolate, rugged, and saturated with chaotic spiritual energy—places where traces were difficult to track.
“How are your injuries holding up?” Winnie asked as they flew, her gaze constantly sweeping the rear.
“I’ve taken the pills. I’m stable for now,” Kennedy replied. Her face was pale, but her eyes remained sharp. “My spiritual energy is recovering slowly. Fairxy’s purple lightning was troublesome, and the cold poison flares up from time to time.”
Winnie nodded gravely. “Before she died, Fairxy must have sent a message to her husband, Chenzy. I’ve heard of him. He’s one of the strongest among the younger generation of the Yux family—already at the early Golden Core stage. And he dotes on Fairxy. If he comes after us, we won’t be able to fight him head-on.”
A young Bellemare cultivator couldn’t help asking, “Aunt Winnie, if the five of us form the Lesser Five Elements Sword Formation, can’t we stop someone at early Golden Core?”
Winnie shook her head. “Foundation Establishment and Golden Core are completely different realms. A Golden Core cultivator has condensed spiritual power into a tangible core and can even begin drawing on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. Numbers and formations can’t bridge that gap. At best, we can stall him briefly—but in a prolonged battle, we’ll lose. And we still have to protect an injured Kennedy.”