Gong Shaoze looked sickly, his face deathly pale, as if he could stop breathing at any moment.
When he saw Li Ye break the seal with eight swords and the Primordial Spirit Sacred Medicine emerge, a vast aura suddenly erupted from him.
Still as a maiden, swift as a startled hare, he shot out like an arrow loosed from a bowstring.
He knew it was his last hope.
His hope of staying alive, of rising to greatness, of turning defeat into victory.
His speed: 8.3 million times the speed of light.
After a flash of greed in their eyes, his clansmen quickly calmed down. They remembered the strength Li Ye had just displayed, and their scalps prickled as cold sweat streamed down their backs.
They wouldn't dare entertain the slightest covetous thought.
"Daring to snatch food from the tiger's mouth right in front of me, Gong Shaoze—you've got some nerve!"
The sealed world ahead wasn't large. Just as Gong Shaoze was about to reach the Primordial Spirit Sacred Medicine, which stood there dumbfounded and at a loss, Li Ye's voice suddenly rang out across heaven and earth.
The vast voice left Gong Shaoze momentarily dazed. Then he noticed Li Ye had appeared there out of thin air.
The Primordial Spirit Sacred Medicine was already in his hand.
It let out a series of strange squeaks as it writhed in Li Ye's grasp. Its roots squirmed, while its petals and leaves thrashed like a baby's limbs.
Not far away, piles of corpses lay scattered across the ground.
They had died not long ago. Judging by their clothes, they seemed to be cultivators from recent times. Most likely, the Primordial Spirit Sacred Medicine had lured them in and killed them.
Though this medicine had gained sentience, it had also developed a sinister