Lin Xuan naturally could not let Baoshe go. Spatial movement was much faster than Escape Light, but under normal circumstances, it was also impossible to shift repeatedly without pause.
And the divine-sense mark he had placed on Baoshe was still effective, proving that the woman had not run too far.
Lin Xuan flicked his sleeve. Green light flashed, and a simply styled, ancient-looking Long Spear flew out.
Lin Xuan reached out and grasped it, pouring magic power into it. A clear ringing immediately rose, and Lin Xuan, holding the treasure, slashed it toward the front.
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of miles away.
The sky was somewhat dim. This was a stretch of wasteland.
A streak of Demon Light flew like wind and lightning, and behind it, an unusual spatial fluctuation suddenly emerged.
A look of startled uncertainty appeared on Baoshe's face. Then she stretched out a hand and crushed a blood-red devil talisman.
Billowing devilish energy swarmed out and wrapped around her. Countless blood-red runes were glaring to the extreme. Then they surged back and enveloped her within.
Afterward, bloodlight flashed, and Baoshe seemed to turn into a blood-colored shooting star, vanishing in a flicker at the edge of the sky.
Two days later, above a gray, hazy mountain range, Lin Xuan's entire body shone with Five-Colored Glaze as he controlled incomparably sharp Sword Qi. In the space of a moment, he severed the heads of several hundred Devil Race armored soldiers, his might beyond description.
However, though Lin Xuan had won a great victory, there was not the slightest expression on his face. Just now, because of these Devil Race armored soldiers' obstruction, Baoshe had once again fled right from before his eyes.
Lin Xuan glanced at the Devil Race figures on the ground.