Li Qingshan fled at full speed with Yun Ping'er, concealing all traces of his aura. Before long, they had escaped more than a thousand li.
Heavenly Sea City had long vanished from sight behind them, and even the devilish aura soaring into the sky and the earth-shaking cries of battle had gradually faded.
Yet Li Qingshan did not dare relax in the slightest, because he knew that once the Devil Race army breached Heavenly Sea City, they would inevitably spread in all directions and sweep away every fish that had slipped through the net.
"We must leave Heavenly Sea City's sphere of influence as quickly as possible."
He raced onward while calculating in his mind.
In the eastern part of the Great Qian Immortal Kingdom, Heavenly Sea City was merely a small border city.
Several tens of thousands of li to the west lay the heartland of the Immortal Kingdom. Heavy troops of the Great Qian Immortal Kingdom were stationed there, protected by even more powerful immortal formations. The Devil Race army could not possibly break through there in a short time.
As long as they reached the Immortal Kingdom's heartland, they would be safe.
The two crossed one mountain range after another and passed through one stretch of wilderness after another.
From time to time, they saw cultivators fleeing disaster along the way, groups of three or five running frantically westward in panic.
Li Qingshan paid them no heed and hurried onward with Yun Ping'er.
A day later, the two arrived before a sprawling mountain range.
The range stretched across the land before them for hundreds of li, its peaks piercing the clouds and mist winding through its valleys.
From afar, they could vaguely make out ancient trees towering into the sky and vines tangled everywhere. It was clearly