Do all that one could, then leave the rest to fate. This was as far as he could go. Lu Xiaotian sighed inwardly. He was never one to give up easily; even though only a tiny fraction of the essence blood in Bat King's Dharma Wings remained, he would not sit and wait for death. He would run—until he could run no farther!
Within the faint red glow, Lu Xiaotian's figure flashed violently. In the blink of an eye, he had just emerged from the teleportation array and was already several miles away.
Yet just as Lu Xiaotian had flown a little over ten miles, he looked up in horror. Vast amounts of transparent Sword Qi were gathering overhead. Within an enormous sphere of light, that giant sword, seemingly drifting beyond the heavens, appeared able to transcend the limits of distance. A sword from the void descended from beyond the sky.
In an instant, the giant sword crossed an unknown distance and arrived before Lu Xiaotian. Its sword intent was ethereal and unrestrained, devoid of killing intent, yet in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, it was more terrifying than anything else.
Beneath that colossal Misty Sword, Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. There was no road ahead and powerful enemies behind him. No matter what, he could not escape this time. The Misty Sword Embryo was indeed still here.
"What rich spiritual energy. I never imagined there would be such a blessed paradise here. Pity this old man is of the ghost race; otherwise, opening a cave abode here would truly be an excellent choice." Dark Nightmare Ghost King emerged from the teleportation array, letting out a sinister cackle. "Boy, let's see where you can run to this time."
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. He might indeed die beneath the