Dying Words

Once a Corpse reached the Fourth-order, it could fly, but its speed was extremely slow—not even as fast as those clumsy Fourth-order land Demon Beasts.

Long Yuntian had, after all, been an old corpse for tens of thousands of years. He still had a few tricks up his sleeve.

Thick black qi wrapped around his body, and his speed was far greater than that of an ordinary Fourth-order Corpse. Even the Golden Armored Corpse was far inferior to him.

Without using an evasion art, Wang Daoyuan was not confident he could catch him.

The mist in this Purple Gold River valley seemed not to have all come from the branch hall.

The mist on that side had already been cut off by his Gui Water Nether Flame, yet the mist here had not noticeably thinned.

Long Yuntian had once been the local tyrant of this Purple Gold River valley, so he knew the terrain extremely well.

If this dragged on, he might truly manage to escape.

Wang Daoyuan used Cloud Smoke Evasion and swiftly gave chase.

With clouds and mist swirling everywhere, he did not even need to gather clouds himself to use Cloud Smoke Evasion. His speed was exceptionally fast.

Within dozens of breaths, he caught up to Long Yuntian.

Wang Daoyuan shouted, "Senior Long, you should stop running. With that little speed of yours, you cannot possibly escape.

"If Senior is willing to tell me where Myriad Beast Valley's other branch halls are and submit to my command, I can spare your life."

Long Yuntian cursed angrily, "When I was shaking the world in my day, your eight-hundredth-generation ancestors were still wearing crotchless pants.

"You little brat, what qualifications do you have to make me serve you?"

This old fellow had already become a Corpse, yet his tongue