Amid the sky-filling wind and sand of the Ancient Kingdom Ruins, a streak of flowing light was fleeing wildly outward. Wherever it passed, the ruined walls and decayed walls along the way were swept by fierce gusts and exploded with a crash. Rubble and grit were rolled into a straight dragon of dust that trailed after the figure without end.
Great Lord Feili's True Essence erupted without reservation. He drove the Fiery Vulture Tribe's secret art to its utmost limit, and a pair of gray-black phantom vulture wings, dozens of zhang long, faintly emerged behind him. With each flap, his body shot dozens of zhang farther ahead.
His brow was knotted tight. A bone-piercing chill shot from his tailbone straight to the crown of his head, and even the True Essence circulating through his body had become somewhat sluggish.
As a Fifth-Turn Grandmaster who held down one side for the Fiery Vulture Tribe, when had he ever been hunted down like a stray dog?
Gu Li was dead. Ye Canglan was dead too!
Those two experts of the same rank as him had both fallen to Chen Qing's hands.
Just moments ago, he had watched Chen Qing pierce Ye Canglan's chest with a single spear. That incomparably tyrannical spear intent had left his entire body uneasy even from several hundred zhang away.
He knew perfectly well that staying would only lead him down Gu Li and Ye Canglan's path. Only by escaping the Ancient Kingdom Ruins would he have a sliver of hope to live.
As long as he could leave alive, with the precious medicines, Pill Recipes, and inheritances he had plundered from the ruins this time, breaking through to a Sixth-Turn Grandmaster would be as natural as water flowing downhill!
When that time came, what would there be