Six hours later.
The pursuit involving Su Yi and the Dao Ancestors unfolded in the Eighth Heaven of the Origin Realm.
During that time, thirty-nine clashes erupted in total.
Though every clash was exceedingly brief, each was incomparably fierce.
Whenever those Dao Ancestors seized an opportunity, they attacked as if their lives depended on it, trying to capture Su Yi completely. One could well imagine how terrifying the secret arts and tactics they employed were.
Naturally, Su Yi would not sit still and await death. Each time, he fought desperately to break out of the encirclement.
Even so, he was wounded again and again.
Several times, he was driven into desperate straits where danger lurked at every turn!
Yet what left all those Dao Ancestors stifled and bewildered was that, despite being wounded time after time, Su Yi remained lively and vigorous as he fled, without the slightest sign of weakening.
It was simply outrageous.
"Everyone, do you still have any divine medicines for healing injuries?"
Along the way, Mo Yu of the Academy spoke up.
His face was pale, and he was slightly short of breath. During an earlier clash, he had spared no effort to stop Su Yi, fighting desperately.
Though he had wounded Su Yi, he had been injured as well.
His injuries were not particularly serious, but amid this relentless pursuit and slaughter, Mo Yu was already finding it hard to endure.
"Take this."
Shan Bu Gui took out a bottle of pills and tossed it to Mo Yu. "I do not have much left either, so use them sparingly."
Their exchange was perfectly ordinary.
Yet the Dao Ancestors felt increasingly miserable.
They had joined forces to hunt down Su Yi alone, yet not only had they failed to capture him even now, they had all