Chen Mu watched Li Wuyou descend upon him like an overwhelming tide and felt his scalp go numb.
This damned thing had no sense of fair play!
Run?
Li Wuyou was elusive as a ghost. Over the past twenty-odd days, Chen Mu had exhausted every trick he had and still failed to shake him off. Now that he had so many clones helping him, how could Chen Mu possibly escape?
Fight?
One Li Wuyou had already run him ragged. Now thousands of Li Wuyous were swarming him at once. Fight his ass!
"Quick, which direction is the River of Forgetfulness?" Chen Mu hurriedly asked Lu Liang.
"There's a stretch of the River of Forgetfulness six hundred li south of Feng'an City." Lu Liang's voice was hoarse. Leaning against the battlements with a bitter look on his face, he said, "It's useless. Feng'an City has already become King Wuyou's hunting ground, and now he's going all out. He'll never let us escape."
"I just hope you spread enough copies of the Eastern Extreme Longevity Scripture," Chen Mu said through gritted teeth.
At this point, he had no choice but to risk his life.
Li Wuyou could be temporarily restrained by the River of Forgetfulness Water. As long as Chen Mu could draw enough river water to envelop them, he could temporarily isolate the many Li Wuyous and give them a chance to flee into the River of Forgetfulness and shake him off.
To draw enough River of Forgetfulness Water to isolate every Li Wuyou, an immense amount of Yin Spirit Divine Power was indispensable.
And only by using the Heavenly Demon Spirit Seed as a resonance point and forcibly casting the Mountain Bearing Scripture could they possibly gather such an enormous quantity of Yin Spirit Divine Power and escape.
Chen Mu