Near Death
The Yellow Robe Holy Lord had lost an arm, a humiliation beyond measure.
He had hunted eagles his whole life, only to have his eyes pecked blind by a sparrow.
An extraordinary disgrace.
His pursuit speed was no joke.
Shrink Ground into an Inch, like teleportation.
The moment he caught Su Ziming, he would tear him into ten thousand pieces to vent his hatred.
Su Ziming fled with all his strength.
The medicinal pills within him were operating madly, instinctively supporting his body.
He could still endure it.
The instant he relaxed, or the pills were exhausted, he would die completely.
Right now, his body was held together entirely by the pills.
The Yellow Robe Holy Lord was drawing closer and closer.
Gritting his teeth, he unleashed Shadow Clone once more.
Eight figures lined up in a row, then crisscrossed and darted everywhere.
Then they merged together again.
For a moment, it was impossible to tell which one was real.
Su Ziming's aura surged violently, stirring up a thick fog.
With a flick of his hand, the Yellow Robe Holy Lord blasted the fog apart.
Yet the eight clones before his eyes scattered in all directions.
The Yellow Robe Holy Lord trembled with rage.
What an incredibly sinister brat.
Though Su Ziming was doomed to die and had no chance of surviving.
He had still made him suffer such a huge loss.
If he did not personally tear him into ten thousand pieces, he could never vent this fury.
Yet amid such chaos, every aura was identical.
Once the direction was lost, there was no way to find him.
Su Ziming's ability was truly useful for escaping.
The Yellow Robe Holy Lord pressed several acupoints to suppress his injuries.
His arm had been severed and even taken away.