Although he did not use any more spatial secret arts, Lin Xuan pushed his escape speed to the limit, still fast enough to make others stare. With matters having reached this point, how could he dare hold anything back?
He had to leave this place of trouble as quickly as possible.
With that many Yinhun and ghostly creatures, unless he advanced to the Dongxuan Realm, there was simply no way for him to contend with them.
As for the original purpose of this trip, Lin Xuan had already tossed it to the back of his mind. Matters had their priorities; his own little life was what mattered most.
Although he knew perfectly well that the other side could not possibly catch up with him, Lin Xuan still changed direction several times along the way. This concerned life and death; he absolutely could not afford to be careless.
Just like that, two hours unknowingly passed. Lin Xuan had no exact count of how far he had run, but it was definitely more than a million li.
At such a distance, let alone a Dongxuan Realm cultivator, even a Spirit Division old monster would be unable to grasp his whereabouts.
For the moment, he could be counted as having turned danger into safety.
But note—only for the moment. As long as he remained on this mysterious little island, he could be swept back into danger at any time. What Lin Xuan had to do now was find a way to leave this place.
With a flick of his sleeve, a lush green jade slip shot out.
Lin Xuan reached out and grasped it, lowered his head, and sank his divine sense inside.
A moment later, Lin Xuan raised his head, but his face was full of gloom. In truth, he had already