Su Fan turned his head and glanced once more at the distant True Dragon Remnant.
The corner of his mouth curled into a mocking arc, and he let out a cold, derisive chuckle.
You all carry on making a fuss. I'm out of here.
With that thought, he strode onward, his boot soles grinding harshly over the shattered stones and filling the air with crisp cracks as he marched away.
He had attracted far too much hatred just now. He had better leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.
His various actions before the True Dragon Remnant had already thrust him into the eye of the storm. All he wanted was to escape this place of trouble as quickly as possible.
Su Fan's wishful thinking was all well and good, but how could things go as he wanted? How could those Half-step Great Demons let him leave so easily?
He had gone no more than a hundred zhang when Su Fan's footsteps abruptly halted, and he immediately furrowed his brows.
He clearly sensed several powerful auras appear behind him.
The hairs on the back of Su Fan's neck stood on end. An icy, bone-chilling pressure surged toward him like a rising tide.
He sighed inwardly, knowing full well that there was no way he could end things peacefully today.
For the opportunity presented by the True Dragon Remnant, hundreds of Half-step Great Demons had lurked around the outskirts for months, only to be beaten to it by a Human Race cultivator.
Moreover, they had risked their lives by charging inside while space was in chaos. Of the Half-step Great Demons that had ultimately made it out alive, there were probably fewer than half remaining.
That Human Race cultivator had lingered before the True Dragon Remnant for so long,