Lin Xuan did not know this, but given the situation, of course the farther he fled, the better.
A mere four thousand li was far from enough to let him shake off the threat. From the very beginning, Lin Xuan had made his decision: consecutive shifts.
Although Phantom Escape consumed no small amount of magic power, the Lin Xuan of today was not the man who had just begun cultivating this secret art. With the depth of his current magic power, even shifting a dozen times in a row would not be a problem. Moreover, Lin Xuan still had Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk in his possession, and the toughness of his body far surpassed that of a Dongxuan Realm Demon Race cultivator. He could withstand repeated shifts.
That was why Lin Xuan dared not use the Random Teleportation Talisman. He was confident he could escape from the other party's hands.
In the blink of an eye, the time it took to drink a cup of tea had passed.
Before him was still a wasteland utterly devoid of human traces. Somewhere in the void, a shimmer of light flashed, and Lin Xuan appeared in midair, his face somewhat pale.
For the sake of caution, Lin Xuan had cast Phantom Escape dozens of times in succession, and had even consumed a drop of Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Milk midway. Calculated this way, he had fled at least a hundred thousand li.
Although in the eyes of beings like them, such a distance still would not take too long to fly across.
At the very least, however, he had already broken free of the coverage of the other party's divine sense.
The other party could not accurately grasp his position. If he wanted to track him down, it would be no different from fishing a