Cheng Yi, that useless bastard. How long did he even hold out?
Jiang Ping An cursed inwardly.
A second God King from the Blazing Yao Clan had caught up. That meant Cheng Yi was either dead or had fled.
Jiang Ping An had thought that, as a Sixth Level God King, Cheng Yi could hold off an opponent of the same level for a few days, even if his physical condition kept him from using his full strength.
After all, Cheng Yi was an expert of the Immortal Wood Clan. He was no weakling even among Sixth Level God Kings.
Yet it had ended so quickly.
At most, two or three hours had passed since they parted.
Jiang Ping An's mood darkened.
He was already hard-pressed to escape one God King.
Now two Sixth Level God Kings at full strength were pursuing him. His chances of survival were slim.
His Primordial Qi was draining fast. At this rate, he would not last much longer.
Yan Guan Zhuo flew over the sea of sand and arrived above Jiang Ping An.
He was tall, scarlet flames coiling around him, and gripped a massive Divine Axe.
Ancient runes covered the axe, each one glimmering with dangerous light.
He swung it down toward the sea of sand.
The blade split the air with a piercing shriek.
Violent Axe Intent tore through the sand, hurtling toward Jiang Ping An.
Sand surged upward in its wake, forming a wave several kilometers long.
Jiang Ping An darted sideways.
His body became light and shadow, weaving between the grains of sand and narrowly avoiding the blow.
The sand wave grazed past him. The force of its laws made his light-and-shadow form flicker.
He had barely dodged when Yan Shan came at him.
Karmic Fire still burned on her