Jiang Wang had already realized that he was being deliberately driven in a certain direction.
He had to fight with everything he had just to stay alive under the mysterious powerhouse's repeated attacks.
His escape route twisted and turned, occasionally doubling back, but overall it kept heading west.
In other words—
He was getting farther and farther from Qi.
If his pursuer had wanted to kill him, he could have done so long ago.
But if the pursuer had no intention of killing him, then most of the attacks were still strong enough to be fatal. One missed dodge, and Jiang Wang would already have been dead on the spot.
It was as if the pursuer was in no hurry to kill him, yet didn't mind killing him either.
The only thing that was clear was that this mysterious enemy truly enjoyed the process of hunting him down.
Jiang Wang had tried changing direction, fleeing toward some important place and drawing other powerful cultivators into the fight, hoping they could help him survive.
But his pursuer was so powerful, crushing him in every regard. Most of the time, Jiang Wang had only two choices—
Follow the safe route his opponent left open, or die where he stood.
He had no choice.
Though it was a "safe route," he still had to give it everything he had to force his way onto it.
The route perfectly avoided every major power along the way. It wound only through wilderness, borderlands, and uninhabited places.
And it led only west.
He didn't know what awaited him ahead.
He didn't know how long this pursuit would go on.
The constant threat of death was a form of torment for anyone.
Away from the fair arena, away from opponents of his own level, the Number One