Desperate Situation

Inside the personal flying machine, An Yang set it to automatic flight, sat in the pilot's seat, stripped off his clothes, and watched the severe burns all over his body heal at a steady, moderate pace.

Under the effect of this blazing flame, his 6th-grade demon body seemed to have suffered a certain suppression.

An Yang poured a glass of water and downed it in one gulp.

This was the first time he had ever been in such a sorry state!

He just didn't know what kind of status that demonic Taoist priest held within the Eternal Life Demon Palace; with such formidable strength, it was unlikely he was a nobody, right?

Another point was that he was still far too careless, underestimating the influence of the Eternal Life Demon Palace across the Four Great Continents. He never expected that even after dashing tens of thousands of miles in a short time to arrive at the East Victory Divine Continent, the Eternal Life Demon Palace could still track him down through their omnipresent influence.

The eastern side of the East Victory Divine Continent was a vast, boundless desert.

An Yang had known about this desert long ago, and just in case, the escape program he set for his armor was to fly due east at full speed for four thousand miles, which roughly brought him here.

The personal flying machine descended slowly, landing in this desert radiating a scorching heat, and gradually materialized.

Growing on the desert were yellowish-green weeds, short and tenaciously tough. A desert lizard about a foot long lay crouched in the shadow cast by a cactus, constantly shifting its landing feet and holding its head high as it gazed at the distant scenery, moving as if it were dancing.

A bizarrely shaped black flying machine appeared