Endless mountains stretched without boundary. A lingering shadow suddenly streaked through the air and fell. Yan Zhuixing, fleeing in panic, flashed through the dense forest. In a wretched state, he found a concealed cave and rushed straight inside, only to discover a male and female gray wolf lying within. The two wolves had just startled awake and had yet to make a sound.
When Yan Zhuixing's merciless fist blasted them into a bloody pulp. He then turned and hid at the cave entrance, screened by grass and branches, cautiously watching his surroundings.
This was still within the borders of the Biyuan Kingdom. Yet he truly dared not flee any farther. If Wen Lanfeng caught up, in terms of speed... Just recalling the sight of Wen Lanfeng pursuing him earlier made his heart tremble with fear. On top of that, the demonic essence within him had nearly run dry. Even if he wanted to run, he could not get far. So he had to hide. Find a secluded place and hide...
Only after confirming that no one was chasing him did Yan Zhuixing's tense emotions ease somewhat. Looking around at the wilderness of barren hills and untamed ridges, what a familiar sight! How hauntingly familiar! Yan Zhuixing dropped onto the ground, helplessness and desolation flooding across his face.
Once again, he was fleeing in panic through the wild mountains. This was not the first or second time. Was this his fate? Yan Zhuixing plunged both hands into the soil. He had never expected Wen Lanfeng to be so formidable. Even after Wen Rui's successful sneak attack, Wen Lanfeng had still not given him a single chance to get close. Yet the demonic art he cultivated could only display its might in close combat at his current cultivation. But even if he