In the dim space, an explosion rang out. Hun Yu crashed heavily into a corner and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Yet the white-haired young man not far ahead still had no intention of sparing him, not even giving him a chance to catch his breath.
As that sharp edge steadily enlarged before his eyes and despair began to take hold, a dazzling white light suddenly shot in from behind him.
"The space has shattered!"
Hun Yu was overjoyed. The light emerged from the crack and shot straight toward Xiao Heng, but Xiao Heng had no intention of stopping. His longsword stabbed directly at Hun Yu.
Hun Yu was ecstatic. He fiercely waved his tattered sleeve, and a skull abruptly expanded before Xiao Heng before crashing into the sword.
An attack of this level could not harm Xiao Heng in the slightest, but it did delay him for a moment. Yet that brief moment was enough for the spatial crack to widen until it was large enough for someone to pass through.
Hun Yu miserably scrambled into the spatial crack. As the white light fell upon his eyes, he felt the breath of survival.
A streak of golden sword light flashed behind him, carving another wound across his back. He snorted coldly and did not even dare look back as he plunged out of this space.
As long as he got out—once he got out, Soul Clan experts would be waiting outside. He would immediately crush the Spatial Jade Slip and summon Soul Clan experts for aid. Then, he would definitely tear that man into ten thousand pieces.
Xiao Heng stopped. With a flick of his longsword, drops of crimson blood slid from its blade. Watching Hun Yu's bedraggled fleeing figure, the shattered space prevented him from pursuing.
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