"Boat girl and daughter, two wicked seeds!"
With the Black Pot on her back, Granny Sha flew into a towering rage, but she immediately could not jump anymore. Her injuries were severe, and in the state of Nascent Soul Integration she had been beaten until her Nascent Soul and physical body separated, plus her Eight Trigrams Furnace had been broken. She had to hurry and treat her injuries, or else they would leave behind hidden trouble.
The Green Goat's injuries were even heavier than hers, and Hu Xiaoliang's injuries were slightly lighter, but not by much.
Zhong Kui was simply too strong. A single exchange between the three of them had injured three people, and even the meticulously prepared caltrops had failed to scratch him in the least.
The Black Pot's speed was extremely fast. Treading on the earth of the Underworld, a flash of light and shadow, it charged into the distance. Yet the face of Zhong Kui above their heads constantly followed them, its moving speed not the slightest bit slower than the Black Pot.
His features were immensely huge, obscuring the sky, even a bit more colossal than the body of the Black Pot. Looking up from bottom to top, there was a kind of despair-inducing sense of oppression.
On his rugged face grew dragon-like sideburns, his beard thriving as if it were black trees. Around his features was burning fire, and a palm descending from the sky could grasp them all in his palm and squeeze them into mud!
His strength in the Underworld was even greater than in the Yang World!
The Black Pot ran for its life, time and again crashing left and right across the wasteland to avoid the palm pressing down from above. When it truly could not dodge, Granny Sha and