The next moment.
True Lord Sikong was scared out of his wits.
That Blood Demon comparable to a Nascent Soul Late Stage expert had, as he wished, not come after him.
But a Desolate Beast comparable to a late-stage Great Demon was relentlessly pursuing him from behind.
Yet at this moment, his escape speed had already erupted to its limit.
Every secret enhancement technique and alchemical pill had been used. His escape speed could not be increased by even the slightest fraction.
Moreover, as time passed, his escape speed would gradually decline.
When that time came...
At this thought, True Lord Sikong did not dare think any further.
Now, he could only pray to quickly find a powerful squad capable of slaying that Desolate Beast comparable to the Nascent Soul Late Stage.
Even if that proved impossible, he hoped to encounter a squad, even one made up of juniors in the Golden Core Realm or Lesser Demon Realm.
That way, at the very least, they could buy him some time.
But in the vast, boundless deep sea, how slim were the odds of encountering a squad in such a short time?
Time trickled by, drop by drop...
True Lord Sikong could clearly sense that the secret techniques enhancing his escape speed were gradually weakening.
The effects of the Spirit Pills he had taken were the same.
Just as anxiety gnawed at him, an enraged roar came from the void behind him.
Though True Lord Sikong did not look back at that moment, he knew full well that the Desolate Beast was no longer far from him.
Perhaps the very next moment would be the moment his body perished and his Dao vanished.
Suddenly.
His eyes lit up as he sensed vast Spirit Energy fluctuations coming from the direction at the