Lu Qiji and Gongshu Yuan were intercepted in the end.
Lu Qiji had already been gravely wounded, and even her own Phoenix Heart had developed cracks. If Gongshu Yuan had not arrived in time in his bird carriage, she would likely have been slaughtered by Song Gudú and the others.
They did not care whether she was the Mother of All Races, nor did they care how much she had contributed to preserving the continuation of the human bloodline.
To achieve illustrious fame and seize immense profits, there was nothing they could not or would not do.
Having lived for so many years, Lu Qiji understood this all too clearly.
Fleeing while wounded and dragging along Li Mu Yang, who was unconscious and utterly useless, she had to outrun the top cultivators of Divine Land flying on the wind. That was an exceedingly difficult task. Even at the peak of her strength and in perfect health, she might not have had any chance of escape.
Gongshu Yuan had met the same fate. Although he was fat, his movements were extraordinarily agile. He was a fat man who moved at terrifying speed.
He carried Lu Qingming and charged blindly forward. By mischance, he ran straight into a cultivator. He looked up at the man, hurriedly apologized, and said, "Sorry, wrong way." Then he turned and fled in the opposite direction.
Someone slapped him flat onto the ground.
Lu Qiji and Gongshu Yuan stood back to back, warily watching the cultivators closing in from all directions.
"What did I ever do to you? You burned up my Cloud Sparrow Carriage, and now you've come to block my road?" The fat man had a fiery temper. Whoever the other side was, he insisted on claiming the moral high ground first.
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