Magic? My Iron Torrent will sweep it all away!

Chapter 622 The Blood Tracking!

The demon god being severely injured is not bad news, but an opportunity!

Lin Mo immediately said:

"We can't let it recover."

He looked at all the seventh-tier experts, speaking very quickly:

"No one knows how strong the regenerative ability of an eighth-tier demon god is."

"If we let it find a place to hide and wait for it to recover, all the costs we've made will be wasted."

Warwick opened his mouth, downed a bottle of Life Spring water to recover from his weakened state, and bared his fangs, coldly saying:

"Chase!"

The seventh-tier dwarf saddled his warhammer:

"It's already blown to bits and still not dead, so let's strike while it's still weak and smash its head."

The three dragons simultaneously let out a deep roar.

Neither the Holy Humans nor the seventh-tier Elves objected.

They both knew that if they missed this opportunity, the other party would definitely be more cautious next time, and they didn't know how much more they would have to pay.

Lin Mo looked at the crimson dragon:

"Which way did it escape in?"

The crimson dragon raised its head, its dragon eyes gazing into the depths of the wind and snow.

"there."

Lin Mo immediately took out a batch of spare communication headsets from his spatial ring and handed them to everyone.

"Most of the communication equipment we gave you before was broken, so we've replaced it all."

Thorin took the headset, skillfully put it on his ear, and said enviously:

"Your Great Xia has so many gadgets, and they're all very useful."

Grom put one on himself as well, and then secured it to the unconscious Kyle.

Fendona, supporting Lin Mo, whispered:

"Your magic hasn't recovered yet..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo smiled, raised his fist, and held a magic crystal inside.

"It's okay, I'm absorbing and recovering."

His mental strength was immense, but the shockwave had overloaded his shield, causing him to suffer some internal injuries.

Everyone else wasn't in great shape either, but the Demon God was in even worse shape!

If we don't chase after them now, then all the previous adventures will have been meaningless.

The Gold-type Elf Elder stepped forward and raised his hands.

Metal particles began to condense in the air, and were then forcibly gathered together by metal-based magic. In just a few seconds, a rough but sturdy metal airship took shape.

"Let's go, there's no time to lose, we need to catch up with it quickly."

Everyone immediately boarded the flying boat.

The three-headed dragon spread its wings and soared into the sky.

The flying boat cut through the wind and snow, speeding off in the northwest direction.

Lin Mo stood at the bow of the ship and reconnected to the command center.

"We just confirmed that the Demon God was not killed in the explosion."

At the other end of the communication, Chen Jianguo was noticeably silent for a moment.

Lin Mo continued:

"It was severely damaged by the antimatter bomb and is fleeing in a northwest direction."

"We have already set out in pursuit. Please redirect all available reconnaissance forces to the northwest for a focused search."

Chen Jianguo's voice immediately rang out:

"Understood! Satellite team, drone team, Third Corps, all shift to the northwest search area!"

.......

The flying boat, braving the barrier and breaking through the wind and snow, sped towards the northwest.

The sky had not yet fully recovered from the explosion. In the distance, the blindingly white clouds looked like a torn wound, with hot steam and icy fog swirling and churning in the high sky.

On the airship, the group hurried along while also trying to recover.

Thorin took a swig from the flask, then took the magical food from the seventh-tier dwarf, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it noisily, muttering to himself:

"I wonder where it will escape to... By the way, that explosion was really exciting, my ears are still ringing."

Warwick sat cross-legged to the side, took out food from his spatial ring, and distributed it to his fellow clansmen to eat and recover.

Lin Mo stood at the bow of the ship, his gaze sweeping across the ice field below.

Fendona stood beside him and offered him a fruit that restored his magic.

Lin Mo took it, glanced at it, thanked him, and ate while looking down at the icy plain.

Kyle was placed in the back and cared for by a seventh-rank member of his race.

"We need to hurry up and recover," Lin Mo said, glancing at everyone.

"Next, there is likely to be another tough battle ahead."

"Hmm." Ed nodded, raised his hand and swallowed a crystal-clear green core, then continued to look around below.

The airship continued to move forward.

None of the fifteen seventh-tier warriors relaxed; they all unleashed their senses, their eyes scanning the ice field, not even missing the thick layer of snow below.

After a moment, a seventh-level Divine Human in front of them suddenly changed his expression.

"Wait." He pointed downwards.

"I sensed a lingering evil aura, very faint, but it hasn't completely dissipated."

The airship immediately slowed down.

Everyone's eyes turned to the direction he was pointing.

"Let's go down and take a look," Lin Mo said immediately.

The airship lowered its altitude, its barrier protecting it from the biting wind, snow, and nuclear radiation, and slowly glided towards the ice field.

Ed was the first to land, and soon he stopped beside an ice ridge carved out by the shockwave, looking down at the ground.

There was a large pool of black blood there.

The blood was mostly frozen by the cold wind, but its color was a shiny black. When it fell on the snow, it looked like a piece of charred iron slag, with a very faint corrosive smell remaining at the edges.

Thorin crouched down to take a look, and said in a gruff voice:

"It's not the blood of a low-level demon."

Warwick lowered his head and sniffed, his fangs slightly bared, and said excitedly:

"This blood is definitely from that demon god!"

"And it's very new." Ed stood up, his expression grave.

"The fact that it was left shortly after the explosion indicates that it was indeed damaged, and quite badly."

Lin Mo stared at the pool of black blood for two seconds, then his eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Quick! Keep chasing!"

found it!

Although it was just bloodstains, it at least proved that we were heading in the right direction.

That eighth-tier demon god is indeed on the run, and its injuries are so severe that it cannot completely conceal its tracks.

Everyone immediately reboarded the airship and followed the bloodstains on the ground, searching all the way there.

Soon, scattered bloodstains appeared again in the snow ahead.

Some were hidden in ice cracks, and some were scattered on the broken ice shards blown apart by the shockwave. The color was much lighter than the pool of black blood from before, and the quantity was also much less.

But it was precisely because of the scarcity that everyone's expressions gradually darkened.

"It's recovering," Fendona whispered.

Ed nodded and said in a deep voice:

"Its body is healing, and the blood will gradually decrease."

Thorin slammed his hand on the ship's railing and cursed:

"Damn it, this guy's tougher than my hammer!"

Lin Mo frowned more and more as he watched the bloodstains in front of him thinning out.

After chasing for another ten kilometers or so, the last drop of black blood disappeared.

The ice field was cleaned up again, leaving only a flattened snow surface, as if all the traces before were just an illusion.

"I can't smell it anymore," Warwick sniffed and whispered.

"It's gone." Ed's face was grim.

"The bloodstain has stopped."

This means that the demon god's external injuries have healed.

Nobody knows how long it will take for the other side to recover to its peak condition.

It is precisely this uncertainty that is most agonizing.