Amid the clouds and mist.
Ping Peng's speed had already reached its limit.
The gale before him battered his face. It no longer felt comfortable like before.
Instead, it felt as though his mouth and nose were stuffed up, and he could hardly breathe.
Every so often, he looked back, searching for Li Mo.
But he never saw him.
"Why hasn't he caught up? Where is he?"
Ping Peng was panting, his nerves taut. Although he had already fled a hundred thousand li, he didn't dare relax in the slightest.
After all, for mighty beings like them, a hundred thousand li was nothing. If Li Mo gave chase, it would take him only a moment to catch up.
But Ping Peng was increasingly sure that something was wrong.
Li Mo really hadn't come!
Why was that?
He didn't understand. But just earlier, he had been overconfident, thinking Fu Qu could escape.
And what happened? He ran right into Li Mo.
Li Mo struck, and Fu Qu had almost no chance of surviving.
Half a day had passed since Ping Peng set out for Golden Summit, yet no one had come after him.
At last, he began to relax.
Especially when he saw Golden Summit, a smile couldn't help but appear on his face.
Once he was back at Golden Summit, he would be safe.
The two Venerables were both at the peak of the Quasi-Saint realm.
On top of that, they had set up an array here.
If Li Mo and Xuan Feng or Yun Zhongjun came after him, they would be walking straight into a death trap.
A few little demons stood guard outside Golden Summit's mountain gate.
Ping Peng hurried past them, kicking up a gust of wind.
The little demons bowed. "We welcome the Old Ancestor back