With the oath before them, they could not attack Xu Yi or Feng Jiu, and naturally could not attack Xue Zihan, who was under Feng Jiu's wings.
The most infuriating part was that the damnable fellow had layered the oath with restriction after restriction. They couldn't even call for reinforcements to attack on their behalf.
Giving up now was out of the question. Not only was Long Jianji unwilling to accept it; even Tu Kun couldn't swallow this.
The two groups of pursuers simply joined forces and continued the chase—or rather, followed Feng Jiu.
"Where are you going? Doesn't this bother you, carrying on like this?"
Feng Jiu sent an exasperated voice transmission to Xu Yi.
He truly couldn't get used to this. What kind of situation was this? Wherever he flew, Long Jianji and Tu Kun's bunch followed.
They kept close, yet didn't dare attack and didn't want to give up. They just followed him tightly, like they were attending a memorial service. He had never been in such an awkward situation.
Everyone present was a famous figure in the entire Demon Domain!
Didn't they feel stifled?
Stifled? Of course they felt stifled. Long Jianji felt like he was going mad, while Tu Kun kept sending him voice transmissions, asking what they should do.
What could they do? Keep dragging it out and see if anything else changed.
"Fly toward the Winter Palace World."
After saying this, Xu Yi fell silent.
He sat cross-legged on Feng Jiu's back, motionless, then simply closed his eyes and sank into the world of light and shadow in his mind.
No one knew how much time passed. Suddenly, Xu Yi opened his eyes, smiling. His smile made Long Jianji's hair stand on end. Long Jianji glared at him and said, "What are you