"Huff, huff..."
At this moment, Skull Old Demon was in an utterly miserable state. His body was covered in tattered rags, without a single intact spot, making him look rather like a beggar.
Although the pressure emanating from him was still far from negligible, it was clearly much weaker than before. Even so, his expression was filled with venomous resentment.
He was a dignified Core Formation Late Stage cultivator. Among those of the same rank, aside from those few old immortals, no one had ever reduced him to such a wretched state.
Yet his heart was filled with frustration—and fear. That had been far too close. He had nearly failed to withstand it. That brat was only at the Core Formation Early Stage, yet possessed such terrifying strength.
If one day he advanced to the Core Formation Middle Stage, would there still be any good days left for him?
At that thought, Skull Old Demon's face filled with regret. Had he known this would happen, he never should have provoked such a formidable enemy.
But regret was too late now. Before the other party could grow any stronger, he had to nip him in the bud.
"Brat, do you think you can escape from my grasp?!"
A sharp gleam flickered in Skull Old Demon's eyes as killing intent surged from his body. Just as he was about to release his divine sense to search for Su Changqing's whereabouts, a streak of light suddenly appeared before him.
A transmission talisman?
Skull Old Demon froze slightly as the transmission talisman landed in his palm. He sent his divine sense into it.
"Damn it! I'm not willing to accept this!"
Skull Old Demon's expression turned incomparably savage, and he could not help throwing back his head in a furious roar. At that very