More than ten days later, Qin Chuan and Li Qingyuan—one pursuing, one fleeing—flew out of the Sea Domain Archipelago, set foot on the icefield continent of the far south, and entered an uninhabited region.
Qin Chuan cursed inwardly, "This bastard can really run. He actually fled all the way to the Far Southern Icefield Continent."
"If simultaneously operating the Second-grade High-rank Defensive Formation and a Second-grade Mid-tier Magic Tool had not consumed too much magic power and greatly reduced my speed, he would never have escaped this far."
A trace of unease rose in Qin Chuan's heart as he thought, Just how many Wildfire Talismans does this bastard still have?
Once the formation was activated, his speed slowed. To catch up with his opponent, he could only withdraw the formation and pursue him with all his strength.
Yet whenever he recalled the formation's defenses, his opponent would always throw out several—or even ten—Second-grade Mid-rank Talisman Papers from time to time, forcing him to activate the formation again and again.
Over the past ten-odd days, his opponent had used more than two hundred Second-grade Low-rank Talisman Papers and nearly a hundred Second-grade Mid-rank Talisman Papers.
An ordinary Second-grade Mid-rank talisman master definitely could not afford such extravagance.
Whoosh!
Li Qingyuan descended from the sky, landing on the Far Southern Icefield Continent and entering a glacial valley.
The valley's frigid wind was as sharp as blades. The instant Li Qingyuan landed, a bone-piercing chill invaded his entire body through the soles of his feet, stabbing into his meridians.
At the same time, each breath he took drew the valley's extreme cold into his mouth and nose, invading his lungs and organs. His throat stung from the choking cold, and breathing became difficult.
For a moment, even the spiritual power in his body