Fleeing for His Life

Ye Xiwen had now reached a moment of life and death—indeed, a danger unlike any he had faced before. If he confronted Nie Han head-on, he did not have the slightest chance of winning. Victory was utterly impossible.

He could only fight with his life on the line, and even that was merely to carve out a path to survival. Even if he risked his life, he was not qualified to defeat a Great Saint.

"Trying to run?" Nie Han's furious roar came from the sky. To let Ye Xiwen, a Half-step Great Saint, slip through his fingers was simply the greatest humiliation of his life.

With a flip of his palm, boundless might erupted from it. He immediately turned his hand over and crushed down toward Ye Xiwen once more, grinding through the air as though he would crush the very heavens into fragments.

Ye Xiwen almost immediately felt the space around him being ground to pieces. Layers upon layers of golden divinity instantly covered his body, protecting him within. Yet Nie Han's giant hand was practically about to seize him again, like a caged bird with no hope of escape.

But Ye Xiwen had long been prepared. How could he repeat the same mistake? A pair of golden wings immediately spread from behind him, extending more than ten meters. Thunderous wind roared over the wings, boom after boom, as terrifying wind and lightning swept toward that giant hand.

Boom!

When the wind and thunder slammed into Nie Han's giant hand, violent explosions erupted one after another. The giant hand shook, if only for a moment.

But that moment was enough for Ye Xiwen. The pair of wings behind him suddenly flapped, wrapping his body in Wind-Thunder Force. In an instant, he flew countless meters away, breaking free of