Lei Dong still had a Blood-colored Cloak, a rare treasure. When he wore it and used Ghost Shadow Escape, a surge of blood energy would flow into his body. Amid billowing blood mist, his speed could soar even higher. Even so, Lei Dong's maximum speed was probably only two thousand li per hour in a short burst. At that speed, cultivators with weaker cultivation could see little more than a faint, blood-colored ghostly shadow. But Lei Dong still believed he could not escape a Golden Core Cultivator, not even one at the very bottom of that realm. Their short-term burst speed far surpassed his. Never underestimate a difference of just five hundred li per hour. With that gap, even if he got two or three li ahead, they could catch up in a few dozen breaths and strike a fatal blow.
Lei Dong carefully calculated and considered his options. If he ever faced a Golden Core Early Stage Cultivator, and could use his own escape techniques to burst up to twenty-five hundred li per hour, he would at least have some chance of survival. But if he could reach three thousand, then his odds of surviving an encounter with an early Golden Core cultivator would exceed fifty percent. Of course, if he ran into someone hostile to him who had vastly higher cultivation and excellent magic treasures, then he could only blame his bad luck. There was no good solution when the gap in cultivation was so enormous. It was like those Qi Refining cultivators—or even ordinary Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators—trying to escape with their lives from him. They would be indulging in wishful thinking.
For enemies who could kill him outright, the only thing he could do was avoid provoking them as much as possible and show them the