Liu Zhenlin could rack his brains until they burst and still never figure out why Immortal Lord He would cut off his own arm.
Chen Xiong stared at Liu Zhenlin with disdain and sneered. "Don't worry. I've got all the time in the world to make you suffer. This time, even our lord has no intention of sparing your dog's life. Heh, we've got plenty of time to play." As soon as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly shot off like a streak of light, grabbed the dazed Xu Yi, and fled.
"A wind talisman? You bitch!"
Chen Xiong flew into a rage and hurried after them.
The one who had come to their aid was none other than Qiu Lu.
She had no idea why Xu Yi had still fallen into the trap, even though she had clearly warned him.
She had agonized over it for a long time, but in the end, she couldn't bear to watch the only powerful cultivator who had ever treated her with respect suffer an ambush. Blood surging through her veins, she carefully circled around to a suitable angle, activated one of the Swift Wind Talismans Xu Yi had given her, and fled in a panic.
In truth, she had no plan at all, nor any idea how she could rescue Xu Yi. Once that rush of courage had spent itself, all that remained was boundless fear.
The Swift Wind Talisman's power could sustain one person's flight for a thousand miles. With two people drawing on it at once, however, it was exhausted after barely five hundred.
Within a mere five hundred miles, the Swift Wind Talisman could not create any significant distance between them and a Yang Venerate mighty figure's flight.
The talisman's power had been exhausted for barely a dozen breaths