Could he really chop down every tree across these mountains, one by one? Besides, he could no longer sense the aura of the sword embryo inside Ye Ziyu at all. If he let them escape now, heaven only knew whether he would ever get another chance like this.
And City Lord Ye had always been a nagging doubt in Yang Feng's mind. He had started with a pot of perfectly good rice, yet somehow managed to cook it into a half-raw mess. The Misty Sword Embryo was the foremost of the Misty Sword Art's branches, and it was no easy thing to come across. He had already devoured the sword embryos of all the other branches of the Misty Sword Art. Only the Misty Sword Embryo remained. If he missed these two now, where would he find another chance this good?
"Even if I have to risk severe injuries, I'll take these two down." Yang Feng gritted his teeth. His body blurred as he summoned the Slaughter Sword Embryo once more, merging with it as he raced after Ye Ziyu and Lu Xiaotian.
"Damn it, he's catching up!" Seeing the Sword Embryo that Yang Feng had become hurtling toward them from behind, Ye Ziyu was shocked to find the gap between them steadily shrinking. The Black Eagle puppet had been given to her by City Lord Ye so she could flee if she ever encountered an enemy she couldn't match. She simply hadn't expected Yang Feng to be even harder to shake than she'd imagined.
"His injuries aren't life-threatening yet, but they're still serious. First he expended his divine sense searching the mountains, then he fought that fierce battle just now. Yang Feng must have used up a great deal of both divine sense and magical power." With a chance