The Holy Emperor had barely flung Wang Qi onto his shoulder before taking flight. Ao Liu's combat abilities were not particularly outstanding, but the Wind God of the Shenlan family was indeed wondrous in several ways. With two light turns in midair, the Holy Emperor shook off most of the injured enemies.
Mei Ge Mu had already warned him that there was one minute left. Although he and Mei Ge Mu had already obtained what they wanted, and it did not matter whether this suit of armor returned or not, stealing a few divine mysteries was ultimately nothing compared to fleeing while dragging along an entire divine cultivator. Besides, the four longswords on the Holy Emperor were quite spiritual, not ordinary goods. He had to do his best to recover them.
"Emperor, you seem to be in quite a hurry..." At this moment, Wang Qi actually had the leisure to speak. He was a cultivator after all. No matter how weak he was, he could at least withstand the wind pressure and send his voice out.
The Holy Emperor did not intend to answer him and continued charging into the Black Mist. But suddenly, he felt his sense of balance vanish. His originally smooth flight path was abruptly thrown into disarray. He plunged headfirst toward the ground.
The Holy Emperor smashed straight into the earth.
Amid a cloud of dust, Wang Qi coughed and stood up. The next second, the many cultivators who had just been fighting the Holy Emperor descended around him in unison, surrounding him completely. Yet the Holy Emperor felt himself lose control of the armor. He cried out in shock, "This is... that God Plague Curse... When did you begin casting the God Plague Curse?"
"When did you get the illusion that I hadn't used the