A stretch of lush, unbroken mountain ranges spread across the land, with perilous mountains and strange peaks, ancient trees towering into the heavens, and flying birds and Strange Beasts.
A streak of Blue Escape Light appeared on the distant horizon, rapidly flying toward this place.
Before long, the Blue Escape Light came to a halt. It was none other than Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng's face was pale. There was a horrifying bloody hole in his left shoulder, while the flesh on his back was mangled and his wounds charred. He was covered in dirt and grime. Judging by his appearance, he had been burned.
His magic power and divine sense had been severely depleted, and two Void Refinement Cultivators were hot on his heels.
If he couldn't find a way to shake off his pursuers, it was only a matter of time before they caught up with him.
Wang Changsheng stopped above a valley shrouded in Purple Miasma. The valley was surrounded by mountains on three sides, and thick Purple Miasma filled it, making it impossible to see what lay within.
Blue light shone dazzlingly from both of his hands as he struck toward the valley below. The void trembled and warped, and countless streams of Blue Water vapor emerged, transforming into a series of hazy blue giant palms that slammed toward the valley.
After a thunderous roar, dust billowed into the air. Accompanied by a sharp, ear-piercing hiss, tens of thousands of thick Purple Lightnings shot out, heading straight for Wang Changsheng.
Before the Purple Lightnings could come within a hundred zhang of Wang Changsheng, the Blue Giant Palms smashed them to pieces. Lightning flickered, thunder roared without end, and waves of air surged in all directions.
A deafening rumble of thunder rang out. A mass of Golden Thunder