"After swallowing me once, you still wanted to run?"
"Are you fucking senile?"
"I didn't catch that great seal—could I possibly fail to catch you?"
Chu Qing took a step forward. Lava surged into the sky, transforming into a great dragon that carried him as he pursued the bag.
The bag turned around, spewing tens of millions of chaotic winds from its opening.
The wind transformed in midair into an expert: Wind-Drinking.
Only, the Wind-Drinking Overlord at this moment had icy eyes and not the slightest trace of life.
He was merely a form replicated by the bag.
Yet possessing the Wind-Drinking Overlord's form, he could naturally employ the Wind-Drinking Overlord's methods.
The replicated Wind-Drinking launched a frenzied attack on Chu Qing.
"You weren't my match when you were alive, and now that you're dead, you still want to swagger about?"
"What utter—stupidity!"
Crash!
A Thirty-Three Heavens halo fell away, unexpectedly blocking the replicated Wind-Drinking, breaking his moves and bombarding his body.
Meanwhile, Chu Qing's true body caught up to that bag.
The bag was gray and hazy, looking utterly ordinary.
Yet the moment he drew near, Chu Qing sensed immense danger, immense terror.
But so what?
All my life, I had carved my way out through immense dangers and immense terrors.
"And you think this can scare me?"
Chu Qing roared low and reached out with both hands to seize the bag.
The bag transformed, unexpectedly turning into another replicated Wind-Drinking.
This replicated Wind-Drinking was clearly somewhat different.
Wisdom surfaced in his eyes. "Friend, leave a line of mercy, so we may meet again someday!"
"Haha!"
Chu Qing covered his face with one hand and laughed wildly without restraint. "I'm not even human anymore. There is no someday."
The replicated Wind-Drinking...
"Friend... we bear neither grudge nor grievance. Why