Wind God looked coldly at Chi Xing, his eyes filled with killing intent.
However, only he himself knew that the sword strike he had unleashed just now was already the very limit of what he could currently achieve. In fact, he had paid no small price for it.
There was no choice. Once he made this move, it had to be powerful enough to intimidate them, even to make an example out of one and frighten the rest.
If he could not achieve that, their greed would be endless. Wind God could flee, but he could not possibly spend his entire life fleeing. That was simply unrealistic.
If he could trade some cost to himself for the enemy's wariness, he could at least buy himself some time of relative peace.
"Chi Xing, don't run. Didn't you want this treasure? Since you want it, why are you running?" Wind God grinned as he continued chasing after Chi Xing. Since he had already paid the price for that strike, he had to keep up the act. Only then could he thoroughly crush their thoughts.
He would scare this bastard to death.
How could Chi Xing still show the disdain he had displayed earlier? Seeing the killing intent in Wind God's eyes now, how could he possibly give him another chance?
His only option was to flee.
If that sword strike came at him several thousand or tens of thousands more times—no, it would not even need that many—it would be enough to take his life completely.
A Great God Heaven could unleash hundreds or thousands of sword strikes in every instant. Combined with the characteristics of the Innate Primordial Chaos Spiritual Treasure itself, his injuries would only grow worse and worse. There was no way he could endure it.
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