The Beast Struck

All the demonic cultivators watched on as the Nascent Soul demonic cultivator attempted to flee while the figure in red behind him chased after him through the night, like a ghost from hell. As the person in front fled, the person behind chased him. From time to time, the sound of the two people exchanging blows boomed out. The surrounding trees were destroyed by the battle between the two people. Shattered stones flew about, the airflow was sharp as a knife. No one dared to approach. 

Was the young boy in red really just a Foundation Stage cultivator? How could a Foundation Stage cultivator be a match against a Nascent Soul cultivator? And even battered the Nascent Soul cultivator till it was plain embarrassing?

At this point, they couldn't help but want to back away and flee from this place. It was obvious that if a Nascent Soul cultivator was unable to defeat him, they were unlikely to do so. 

"Let's go!"