Abandoning a pawn to save the chariot—though the choice was painful, it was absolutely correct. At a time like this, anyone who looked ahead and behind in hesitation would never escape having their soul return to the underworld. But with the courage of a warrior cutting off his own wrist, there might still be a chance to carve out a path to survival.
Venerable Black Wind was a formidable hero of his generation. At a time like this, he naturally understood what he ought to do.
Unfortunately, Lin Xuan's experience in magical combat was also extremely rich. How could he not understand the principle of uprooting evil to the last? As the saying went, let the tiger return to the mountain, and the future trouble would be endless. With his personality, how could he give Venerable Black Wind the chance to turn the tables?
The two met on a narrow road. Venerable Black Wind's face turned ashen.
Even when he had been at his peak, his chances against Lin Xuan had been desperately slim, to say nothing of now, when his physical body had already been destroyed.
With merely the body of a Nascent Soul, the two of them were no longer on the same level of strength.
To fight him would be seeking death. Venerable Black Wind was perfectly clear on this point.
Without another word, he clenched both hands, spiritual light flashing wildly across the surface of his body. His Nascent Soul vanished from where it stood.
Teleportation!
Of course, when used by a Lihe Realm cultivator, it was far more profound than when used by a Nascent Soul Cultivator. With a flash of radiance, he had already appeared more than a hundred zhang away.
Yet a trace of mockery appeared on Lin Xuan's face. Teleportation? In front