God Plague Tribulation

Nothing mortal could move faster than this!

Countless memories told Mei Ge Mu so. The motion of "leaping out of the long river" had already transcended the very concept of speed. Nothing could catch up to it.

Except light.

But ordinary mortals generally could not touch the realm of light. Their lightspeed attacks were pitifully weak.

Once the Demon Blood Boiling had been driven past eighty percent, Mei Ge Mu could completely ignore Wang Qi's lightspeed Sword Qi. Sword Qi without rest mass could be devoured simply through the natural circulation of his vital essence and demon qi.

Wang Qi's strike was the same.

But after swallowing that Sword Qi, Mei Ge Mu's smile froze.

This Sword Qi... was strange...

A chill gradually crept up Mei Ge Mu's spine. He sensed a familiar flavor.

—This... this... was the method that had utterly destroyed "the other me" not long ago, forcing this me to become "me"!

How was that possible? Such a pinnacle Outer Dao curse technique had actually been wielded by him so casually!

No, no, no, calm down, calm down... This Outer Dao curse technique did indeed share the same lineage as the one "I" encountered in Divine Capital, but it did not possess that irresistible feeling of the one from Divine Capital...

As long as I had time... Having experienced this curse once, I could drive it out!

The most important thing was escaping.

Mei Ge Mu did not hesitate in the slightest, accelerating toward the teleportation gate. Most of his power was maintaining his state of leaping out of the long river, so his speed within his own relative spacetime was not particularly fast. As he neared the teleportation formation, Yi Chen still had time to shout, "I still have a daughter and a disciple..."

Mei Ge