Iron Corpse Sheath pursued furiously from behind, while Lu Xiaotian controlled the Black-and-White Twin Bowls and sped forward at a mad dash.
Iron Corpse Sheath was panting from the chase, his savage eyes filled with hatred. If not for the injuries he had suffered while escaping the seal of that restriction, injuries that had yet to heal even now, how could a mere Golden Core Early Stage brat have escaped his grasp? He would never have failed to capture him after chasing this long.
Yet even wounded, the corpse cloud he released had several times overtaken the Black-and-White Twin Bowls and enveloped them. The Black-and-White Twin Bowls did not appear to possess much offensive power, but their defense was truly formidable. They could even isolate the corpse cloud's corrosion of Lu Xiaotian. Such a treasure was rare indeed.
Iron Corpse Sheath chased him for several hundred miles, until they fled into a grassland overgrown with weeds. Along the way, many demon beasts sensed the two astonishing auras and fled in terror. Lu Xiaotian knew he could not keep running like this. He considered circling back and using the demon beasts he had previously discovered to escape. But among those places where demon beasts dwelled, there were even ninth-rank demon beasts, perhaps stronger than Iron Corpse Sheath himself. Any intruders entering their territory—whether Iron Corpse Sheath or Lu Xiaotian—would be hunted down. Unless driven to the brink, Lu Xiaotian truly did not wish to do this. But Iron Corpse Sheath clung to him like dog-skin plaster. If he were truly forced into desperation, he could only take a desperate gamble.
"Fellow Daoist, there is no need to fear what I might do to you. One of my magic artifacts has been sealed away in a hidden place. As long as you