High in the sky, when Cloud Winged Tiger King Xiao Mao emerged from the void once more, his sleek, glossy fur was already looking rather disheveled.
The fur around his neck and back had clumped together from sweat, stripping Little Cat of his usual majestic bearing and leaving him looking somewhat bedraggled.
In truth, Little Cat was not the only one in a sorry state. Ye Zhen was as well.
He had been hunted by five Mid Dao Realm Heaven Temple Grand Divine Masters, along with a Half-step Creation Realm expert, for nearly half a day. On top of that, a Xiantian Spiritual Treasure had been relentlessly monitoring his movements.
Ye Zhen felt that simply being alive was already a stroke of great fortune.
What was a dire omen of surviving nine deaths out of ten?
This was it!
Several times, Xuan Sheng had nearly stepped on Ye Zhen's head the instant he appeared, and Ye Zhen had only escaped by sheer luck.
By now, Ye Zhen admired the First Hall Master of the Five Immortals Heavenly Fortune Hall to the point of utter prostration.
This divination was too miraculous, too accurate.
More importantly, after nearly half a day, Ye Zhen still had not shaken off Xuan Sheng of the Heaven Temple, while Little Cat was already at the end of his tether.
Little Cat had even consumed two drops of Nine Heavens Spirit Marrow Liquid.
But for Little Cat, using his innate Void Breaking divine ability consumed far more than spiritual power. It also drained Soul Power, physical strength, and even the endurance of his fleshly body.
Those were not things that could be restored just by swallowing a pill.
Half an hour. In Little Cat's current condition, he could hold on for half an hour at most.
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