"Trying to run?"
The old man seemed to have seen through his intentions and let out a sinister cackle.
"Leave your life behind!"
He formed hand seals, and a ten-thousand-zhang-tall white-bone Dharma image emerged behind him.
The Dharma image opened its enormous mouth, and a terrifying suction force erupted, trying to forcibly suck Yang Lingtian inside.
"Old bastard, I'll remember this grudge."
Yang Lingtian sneered. He suddenly put away his spear and abruptly pressed his palms together.
"Chaos, Great Annihilation!"
Boom!
He did not attack the old man. Instead, he directly detonated the space within a ten-mile radius.
It was the sort of fighting style that dealt a thousand points of damage to the enemy while inflicting eight hundred points on oneself.
A spatial storm instantly took shape, grinding the white-bone Dharma image to pieces.
Taking advantage of the instant the old man was blocked by the storm,
Yang Lingtian grabbed Yang Dingtian from the ground and directly tore open the void.
"Go!"
The two figures burrowed into the rift in space and vanished without a trace.
"Roar!"
The old man charged out of the storm. Looking at the empty valley, he let out an enraged roar.
He smashed half the valley apart with one palm, but could no longer find the aura of those two ants.
"Chaos Sacred Sect... Yang Lingtian..."
The old man stared at a scrap of clothing left on the ground, ghostly flames flickering coldly in his eyes.
"You may escape, but your temple cannot."
"Once I completely fuse with this Great Desolate corpse, it will be the day your sect is wiped out!"
Ten thousand miles away.
Above a barren mountain somewhere, space split open.
Yang Lingtian and Yang Dingtian tumbled out in a sorry state.
"Cough, cough..."
Yang Lingtian spat out a mouthful of