Sword Escape in Desperation, Blood-Cloaked Pursuer Draws Out His Potential and Grasps a Secret Art

The blood-red cloak billowed as the hulking figure with a halberd tore through the air and closed in!

The sharp edge of a sword split the wind as it fled through the sky, its wielder making a desperate escape atop the blade!

Jianlongzi kept glancing back. Each time he did, that terrifying figure, darkening the very light of day, had drawn closer still. The pressure crashed over him like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami surging, leaving him almost unable to breathe.

"Damn it! We're already so far away. Why is he getting faster and faster!?

"Does this guy have an endless supply of True Essence?"

As the distance between them shrank, Jianlongzi figured that if the guy caught up, he probably wouldn't last a single exchange.

So he summoned every ounce of strength he had and drove the Golden Core within him to its limit. It seemed on the verge of catching fire.

All the Sword Qi in his body poured into the sword beneath his feet.

The long sword surged through the air, riding the wind and cleaving through the waves, its speed exploding once more.

The wind rushing toward him felt like blades slicing his skin, but he formed a hand seal and dispelled it with Sword Qi.

His Golden Core was burning, and his endless True Essence was rapidly running dry. Jianlongzi thought that at this speed, even his master would have trouble catching him anytime soon.

Who could have guessed that when he glanced back, the guy had closed in even more?

They were now less than a hundred zhang apart!

I'm dead!

Is this guy even human!?

Isn't he a demonic cultivator?

Even if demonic cultivators managed to form a Golden Core, it was still a castle in the air—flimsy as rotten silk, unable