Demonic energy churned all over his body, and an astonishing spiritual pressure came crashing down from the sky.
Pfft...
The Old Devil spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, yet it was a glossy, pitch-black color; at a glance, it seemed as if it contained deadly poison.
"Swift!"
He pointed a finger forward. The bloody mist flashed in the wind, then vanished without a trace, and in its place, dozens of runes appeared before him.
They spun and danced, then finally all appeared beneath his feet, transforming into a blood-colored lotus that bloomed with a thunderous roar.
It looked profound and beautiful, and was even filled with an ancient, mysterious aura.
At the same time, more than a thousand li ahead, a mass of azure light shone dazzlingly bright as Lin Xuan continuously used Nine Heavens Micro-Steps.
Appearing, disappearing, again and again.
Lin Xuan's expression was filled with cold indifference. As for how long this chase would continue, he had not the slightest certainty in his heart. After so many days, he still could not come up with a way to escape; now he could only take things one step at a time.
Since the other party refused to let the matter rest, Lin Xuan's heart was also filled with simmering anger.
But the thought of stopping and fighting the other party to the death was something Lin Xuan would absolutely never entertain.
He was no hot-blooded youth; naturally, he would not let his head run hot.
Even though he had many treasures and his divine abilities were not weak, against this terrifying old fellow, he still had not the slightest chance of victory.
Impulse was a devil; suppressing his anger and wearing the other party down was the correct choice.
Lin Xuan's temperament had always been very steady.