Thus, helpless, Lin Xuan could only run wherever he could.
Along the way, he had even changed direction several times, trying to shake the other party off. In the end, he failed to achieve his goal and instead drifted farther and farther from Red Leaf Island. Now, heaven knew what baffling place he had run to.
Lin Xuan's mouth was full of a bitter smile.
The worst part was that he could not relax. This old monster had been thoroughly enraged by him; otherwise, he would not be haunting him like a lingering Yinhun, locked in a dead struggle.
If he were caught, one could guess the outcome even with their toes.
Lin Xuan had already fought him before, and the half-flood-dragon-transformed Old Devil was far more formidable now.
If he got entangled this time, escaping would not be so easy.
So Lin Xuan did not dare entertain any other thoughts and could only focus wholeheartedly on fleeing.
Behind him, that Poison Dragon Old Devil also wore a face full of gloom. Lin Xuan had toyed with him again and again, and he was dead set on drawing out this brat's soul and refining his spirit, then using demonic fire to properly torment his Nascent Soul. Otherwise, there was no way to vent the hatred in his heart.
Originally, according to his estimates, though this brat's divine abilities were not weak and he knew many secret arts and possessed many treasures, he was, in the end, only an early-stage Lihe Realm cultivator. How far could he possibly flee?
After all, after abandoning this possessed body and using the "Remote Power Transmission Technique," he was already able to unleash nearly two-fifths of his true body's strength.
Although that brat's fleeing secret art was strange, this kind of escape technique was clearly