As soon as Zong Kerui left, Yan Chihuo withdrew his Three Heads and Six Arms. His face was deathly pale. He hurriedly took out a jade bottle and swallowed every spirit pill inside. His mana had nearly been exhausted just now; he could no longer sustain Three Heads and Six Arms.
"How did she run away?" Shui Lingyun asked.
Yan Chihuo caught his breath and said, "I injured her just now. Of course she had to leave." In that instant, Yan Chihuo had released his phantom duplicate and struck Zong Kerui. Yet to his surprise, although the phantom duplicate had hit her, it was as though it had struck empty nothingness—hollow and vacant, with nothing there. If Zong Kerui had not fled, he would not even have known whether she had been injured. Even so, Zong Kerui was the first person to be struck by his phantom duplicate and not die.
Yan Chihuo had simply consumed too much mana at the time and had been unable to stop her. Otherwise, whether Zong Kerui could have escaped would have been anyone's guess.
Upon hearing this, the cultivators and demons all breathed a sigh of relief. Zong Kerui had been far too ferocious just now; she had beaten the fear into all of them. Shui Lingyun asked, "How serious are her injuries?"
Yan Chihuo shook his head. "They should be quite severe. To this day, she is the first person to take this divine ability of mine and still escape."
The demons and cultivators' thoughts immediately began to stir again. Some thought, "Yan Chihuo is immensely powerful, and this divine ability is so formidable. Zong Kerui must have suffered grievous injuries. Perhaps she has already collapsed somewhere uninhabited. If I find her, wouldn't killing her be as easy as turning over my