The pursuit by the Thorn Alliance and the other sects had driven Fairy Meng Shang into dire straits. Killing intent surged through Ling Tian, and he secretly swore that one day he would slaughter every last one of them.
Even as he thought this, Ling Tian continued flying at top speed. He knew that only after escaping would he have the chance to take revenge.
Perhaps Ling Tian was lucky, or perhaps Po Qiong had helped him sense the powerful cultivators nearby and avoid them. After a day or two, he still hadn't been captured. However, the number of cultivators pursuing him kept growing. There were at least eight or nine thousand experts at the early Saint God level, if not more than ten thousand.
After flying for so long, Ling Tian's Mental Power was nearly spent, and the Law of Time within him had been completely exhausted. He could no longer use the Time Secret Technique, and could only rely on his ghostly movement technique and the Nine-Colored Ice Lotus Clan's ability to teleport to evade the pursuing enemies.
Just when things couldn't get worse, Po Qiong's voice suddenly rang out as Ling Tian flew. "Ling Tian, this is bad. An expert at the late Saint God level is catching up from behind, and several mid-level Saint God cultivators are blocking the way ahead. They've surrounded you. I'm afraid you won't escape this time."
Against early Saint God cultivators, even if Ling Tian couldn't defeat them, he still had a chance to get away. But against experts at the middle and late Saint God levels, he had almost no chance—especially now that they had surrounded him.
At this, Ling Tian's expression grew even graver. He checked on the situation inside his Small World and saw that Fairy Meng Shang