Qin He condensed the Gold-Black Law around his body into a thin cocoon, driving his escape speed to its limit.
The wind was sliced apart by the laws, letting out fine, fragmented whimpers. Faint ripples of Merit Golden Light came from the sky behind him—distant, yet glaring. The aura of Divine Court reinforcements was rapidly converging.
"Wei Canglan, that old thing, is no ordinary Saint Tier."
The Black Demon Banner trembled lightly within his sleeve. Long Qingyun's soul voice carried a hint of gravity. "He stepped into the Saint Realm several hundred years ago, but he's been stuck at the initial stage ever since."
Qin He raised a brow slightly. His fingers unconsciously rubbed the Lotus Flame in his palm, but he did not slow down.
"He's held the position of deputy envoy of the Merit Department for three hundred years. Though he has a thousand-year lifespan, he hasn't advanced an inch for centuries. Anyone would grow desperate." Long Qingyun paused, his soul silhouette swaying within the banner. "Trying to take you alone this time, he's almost certainly planning to trade the merit of capturing a Sky Demon for Divine Court resources to break through. He's gambling on whether he can cross the hurdle of the initial stage."
Trapped at the Saint Tier Early Stage for centuries, he had long polished his foundation harder than a boulder.
Among Lower Realm cultivators, such an old monster was considered top-tier fighting power.
"You managed to injure him and force him to flee. If word of that got out, the entire Lower Realm cultivation world would explode."
Long Qingyun's tone concealed a measure of admiration. "A Mid Other Shore Realm cultivator standing head-on against a veteran Saint Tier—such a thing has been rare since ancient times."
Qin He gave a scornful laugh. The