Amid the embrace of countless mountains, two figures streaked through the sky, one after the other. Their speed was astonishing; one moment they were still within sight, and the next, they had already vanished beyond the distant horizon.
The God of Death's expression was terrifyingly grim, the light in his dull gray eyes flickering uncertainly. Did Zhao Xuan know he was coming, or was this merely a coincidence?
He had encountered Zhao Xuan the moment he arrived, forcing him to consider the possibility. If it was the former, it would be manageable. But if it was the latter, things would become troublesome.
Zhao Xuan definitely did not know his whereabouts, but why had he been waiting here? That was worth pondering.
As the God of Death's thoughts ran wild, Zhao Xuan, pursuing him from behind, had boiling killing intent in his eyes. This bastard... If I hadn't suddenly decided to return to Sacred Soul Village, then everyone in the village...
At the thought of that possibility, Zhao Xuan's fury surged like a raging sea.
Can't Move!
As the First Soul Skill was quietly unleashed, the fleeing God of Death's expression abruptly changed.
Behind him, a pitch-black spear pierced through space and shot straight at his body. Earth, fire, wind, and water churned around its shaft, together giving rise to an aura of destruction.
Bang!
A nearly imperceptible hum rang out, and the God of Death's slightly illusory body was instantly shredded like a cloud of mist.
Yet Zhao Xuan's expression did not change at all. After destroying that body, he looked southward, where a figure suddenly condensed into existence and continued fleeing.
Zhao Xuan immediately pursued without hesitation.
The God of Death's strength had likely recovered to the Demigod Level. If Zhao Xuan allowed him to continue recovering, he might