He ducked sharply. A fist skimmed over his head, shearing off several strands of hair.
He kicked off the trunk of an ancient tree and spun with the force, driving his left fist into the white figure's chest.
The figure flew backward and struck another ancient tree. Its form faded slightly, but it soon rose again.
While he was tangled with the figure on his left, another white figure blocked his path ahead.
He did not slow down. His right fist shot out again, the power of the Dragon Tiger Fist gathering into a crimson-gold glow across his knuckles.
The punch sent the white figure flying backward, snapping two small trees as it fell.
But more white figures closed in from both sides.
Determination flashed in his eyes. He poured his last scrap of strength into his legs and burst forward like a bolt of lightning, slipping through the gap between two converging figures.
Their fists struck his back almost simultaneously. Two blasts of divine sense pierced the Dragon Scale Armor and slammed into his Sea of Consciousness.
The Divine Mountain within his Sea of Consciousness could bear no more.
With a thunderous boom, its summit shattered completely.
But he did not stop.
Li Bufan caught himself with both hands, rolled forward twice with the momentum of his fall, then sprang up and kept running.
His awareness had begun to blur. All that remained in his vision was the light ahead, drawing ever closer.
Just as the white figures caught up to Li Bufan again, he took one final stride and burst out of the dense forest.
The moment Li Bufan left the forest, the dozen or so white figures stopped dead, as though their flames had been snuffed out.
Their bodies trembled violently at the boundary, white light flickering