Yet Qin He's escape light had barely shot less than thirty miles when two bone-piercing Law pressures suddenly struck the center of his back.
They were not the chaotic auras from the clones' side, but Saint Tier Laws condensed to the extreme, bearing an overwhelming force—the White-Robed Saint King and the barefoot man had indeed kept something in reserve.
The last time, the clones had lured the snake from its hole, causing the two of them to suffer a hidden loss.
This time, while intercepting the clones, they had activated their Laws to besiege them while secretly laying down two Order Marks, locking tightly onto the breach in the chaotic passage, waiting only for Qin He's true body to appear.
"Demon thief, do not flee!"
The White-Robed Saint King's voice was like an ice blade, piercing through the void. Luminous white Merit Law swirled around him, while layer upon layer of Saint Runes emerged beneath his feet. With every step, fine ripples spread through the void.
"Such petty tricks, and you dare use them again? Hmph!"
The barefoot man was even more violent. His bare feet stepped upon the void, and every step shook heaven and earth with a thunderous roar. His speed was so fast that the naked eye could not catch it.
Qin He no longer concealed himself and unleashed his speed with all his strength.
True Demonic Power surged to its limit. Gold-Black Law wrapped around his body, and his escape light swelled as he streaked toward the horizon like a meteor.
The Three-Colored Lotus Flame at his fingertips quietly lit up, Dark-Gold Devouring Runes flowing over it as he prepared at any moment for the pursuit behind him.
But Saint Tier experts were, in the end, still faster than him.
Fifteen hundred miles away, above the