"Wretch! You dare injure a member of my Wildsea Royal Clan? You're courting death! Cough, cough—"
Zhuo Wei, at the mid-God Comprehension Realm, cut a sorry figure. The blood he spat traced an arc through the air, staining the Dark-Patterned Uniform that represented the Wildsea Royal Clan.
Having just suffered Jiang Ping An's powerful kick, his ribs and internal organs had shattered like broken glass.
Fortunately, the opponent's attack had relied mainly on pure strength and contained little Divine Dao Laws, making it easy to heal.
After healing his body, Zhuo Wei took out a second-grade high-tier Divine Saber, its blade flowing with a cold, chilling gleam.
He gripped the hilt tightly. The fury radiating from him nearly solidified, and the immense pressure of his mid-God Comprehension Realm cultivation rolled across the entire mountain range like dark, churning clouds.
This pressure made everyone pursuing Demon Illusion Fairy halt abruptly. Even from far away, they could feel the oppressive force, as though a great mountain were pressing down upon them.
Facing Zhuo Wei as he charged in murderously, Jiang Ping An remained calm. He tossed the torn corpse in his hand into the Devouring Space, turned, and ran.
This was the enemy's stronghold, with danger lurking on every side. It was not a place for a prolonged battle.
Moreover, he could sense the aftershocks of the battle between those God Tribulation Realm experts. If he were swept into it, the consequences would be unthinkable.
Zhuo Wei pursued him madly with the Divine Saber in hand, its blade-light flashing like lightning and leaving afterimages in the air.
Yet what shocked him beyond measure was that no matter how swift or tricky his attacks were, Jiang Ping An always reacted in advance and dodged at precisely the right moment, as though he could