"Hm? He didn't die?"
Sensing Sun Tong's aura rapidly retreating into the distance, Zhao Cheng frowned in surprise. "Are Spirit Transformation cultivators really that hard to beat?"
Since that brat had come to cause trouble time and again, Zhao Cheng had used his full strength this time.
With that halberd strike, Sun Tong had taken another solid hit. Even if he had not died, he should have been gravely wounded and half-dead.
How could he still flee so quickly, vanishing without a trace?
"Could that fellow still have some life-saving magic treasure on him?"
Zhao Cheng could not help feeling regretful. "He really has a lot of good stuff. Shame his earth-escape technique is too slippery—I can't catch him."
The next moment, he looked at the Immortal-Binding Rope in his hand. His eyes shifted, and an idea came to him.
"If I refine this Immortal-Binding Rope, then use the restriction formations within it to set up an array beneath Daliang City, with the Immortal-Binding Rope as the formation core to suppress it—when that dwarf comes again, I can activate the array and suppress him here."
"Then I can use the Immortal-Binding Rope to bind and drag him out. Wouldn't that do the trick?"
The urgent matter was to continue refining the Immortal-Binding Rope.
Brimming with interest, Zhao Cheng returned to the city wall and resumed refining the Immortal-Binding Rope.
Meanwhile, Sun Tong dragged his heavily wounded body back to the cave where he had healed before. As he swallowed medicinal pills, he cursed Zhao Cheng furiously.
Halfway through his cursing, he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the cave.
"He's already caught up?"
His face changed drastically. He plunged straight into the ground, about to flee with earth escape.
But then a deep, resonant voice came from outside.
"Junior